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The sample of 13

Max Cantor — Sat, 20 Mar 2021 22:20:43 +0000

A “sample” of 13 Analysts working at Goldman Sachs and making $150 -160,000 a year (way more than they’re worth) came out with a protest letter last month, arguing that they work too much…too hard. Generation Z…is the the weakest generation. But it’s not just that. This culture is the…

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Corona Game

Max Cantor — Mon, 30 Mar 2020 19:08:05 +0000

We’re leaving the nerds behind today.

Did you really think I like talking about The Practical Byzantine Fault Tolerance (PBFT), SIEVE, Cross-Fault Tolerance (XFT), Proof of Elapsed Time, Hyperledger Iroha, Hyperledger Burrow, Ripple & Stellar Blockchain, Ripple Consensus Protocol Algorithm, Stellar Consensus Protocol Algorithm, and other nerdy stuff ? No way !

Three readers who wished to remain anonymous and self-described themselves as “woman-pros” emailed me with their “Corona -time” women lay tips. While the rest of the male population (sadly including myself) have less lays these days, three guys, Bill, Evan and Mike, say they’ve increased their lays -the number of women they’ve slept with – organically and under the conditions of “social-distancing”.

How the fuck is that possible if public venues are closed, you can’t go to show, a pub, a meeting and (for most) you can’t even travel anywhere ? At first I thought they’re getting the women who smoke cigars – like the guy below probably did.

Fidel was a womanizer alright

This is what these three noble gentlemen had to say (mix-and-match)

Bill: It’s nurses time

Nurses and health-care workers have their priorities straight. I got a nurse whom I spotted in a parking lot on a same-day lay. I came straight-faced to her when she was almost getting ready to get into her car:

I said: I know you’re washing your hands. Let’s go home and get into the shower together.
She looked at me starry-eyed and said: I’m sorry ?
I said: You know hygiene and contamination protocols. C’mon , let’s go. I live 10 minutes away – a short walk. Leave your car where it is.
Her: Whaaat ?
I said: You’ve worked hard all day. You can’t even go outside without a mask anymore. Leave your stuff in your car. Let’s go.

We went over to my place and it was a better fuck than I’ve had in weeks…and the best she ever had, to be sure. Remember: a nurse, coming from work (she was still wearing nurse uniform) is ready.

Evan: Grocery store soldier

In a grocery store I spotted a hottie in black leggings, blond hair cropped short, good curves. Once she crossed my path more than twice I knew it was time to act.

From a distance: Me: I’ve been doing some running myself, you know.
Her: No response.
Me: As long as we’re keeping the 6 feet distance, I feel safe. (looking over my shoulders, 360 degrees around)
Her (responding for the first time): I know.
Me [looking over the items in her cart]: Boy, I’m glad these nut cases left some cheese for us.
Her: no response.
Me: You’re not working now, are you ?
Her: No.
Me: I just can’t stand it. What’s your number ? I’ll call you in a few hours to check up on you.
Her: Gives out phone number. After I entered it, I got her to say her name out to me, then left. Easy-peasy.

Mike: Old contact lay

Yesterday morning I went though my phone. I have to say I never cleaned my phone list, not in last 5 years for sure. Although I do have it organized-a bit-, there are plenty of numbers of women that for some reason or another I never followed up on. I thought that I should call some of these numbers. And so I called Nancy, who I must have met two years ago at a meeting. I think it was a formal meeting of sorts. Phone rang, and she answered.

I said: Hey.
Her: Hello, who is it ?
Me: This is Mike. Met you some time ago.
Her: Ahh.
Me: You’re at home ?
Her: Yes
Home alone ?
Her: Yes.
Me: You’re not working.
Her: No.
Me: Bad girl (laughing)
They’re keeping us safe like pets in a cage.
Her: says nothing, except suave giggle.
Me again: I know where you live you live by 24th street (I had no idea where she actually lived)
Her: No, I live in East Flatiron.
Me: Are you washing your hands ?
Her: I do.
Me: I have to see you do it.
Her: But I do.
Me: I’m not saying you don’t, I have to see you doing it. I’m coming over there. Unless your mom is there too. (I threw that in there, although she first said -lied- she was all alone)
Her: She is.
Me: Then come over to my place. No, wash your hands first, then come on over.
Her: I don’t know
Me: You know to wash you hands, don’t you. Come over, Cinderella.
Her: Who is Cinderella
Me: You. (I texted her my address) Tell your mom you’re going to the grocery store ’cause you need something for a smoothie
Her: What smoothie ?
Me: The one you’ll be having at my place.
Her : No response
That’s it. I already made it. It’s Mm-mm.

She made it. And we had one smooth-of-a-time. So my tips for folks: answering machines – hang up. Disconnected old numbers -remove. Hard nos- remove. Soft nos -90% they are hard nos. Remember: it started with a phone call, NOT a text. Do not text a woman who may not even remember you.

Videos, Page Two: Women smoking cigars -NSFW unless you’re working at home

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On Valentine’s Day

Max Cantor — Thu, 14 Feb 2019 21:16:42 +0000

A reader sent me an email last weekend asking me what I will buy my gf/significant other for Valentine’s Day.

The answer is: nothing. I wrote about Valentine’s before.

If you can’t buy my love, should I try to buy yours ?

Dipshits do not know Valentine’s Day had nothing to do with giving your fling anything:

” Valentine’s Day, in fact, originated as a liturgical feast to celebrate the decapitation of a third-century Christian martyr, or perhaps two…” via Smithsonian Mag

St. Valentine was not a romantic.

He was a fighter. The two or three people originally referenced Valentine were monks in the line of fire.

Dipshit’s jaw drops.

On this website, we train gladiators. We don’t sugarcoat limp dicks. We are not a doughnuts factory.

If you wanna buy your gf/bf a gift, of course you may. Buy a gift for your significant other when they do something nice for you. When they go the extra mile, you should reward them for it. But on the day a martyr was executed centuries ago ? Think long and hard before you do. Do not insult a decapitated martyr.

Prep up your pimp walk

Letters from work

Max Cantor — Sun, 04 Feb 2018 19:06:00 +0000

I am getting to some of your letters today. I receive so many emails detailing workplace situations you would think I’m the Dan Savage of work relationships. My Premium Content Letter #1 is from Benjamin Max, In one of my capacities I am a Board member of a prestigious Museum in the…

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