Sugar Daddies

To all the Girls with sugar daddies

March 27, 2011


Last night I was chatting with a friend of mine, we work together at an “Elite” school, one of the best schools in Guadalajara. This school is an American School system a public system in the U. S. but here it is for very exclusive people.
So we mentioned the fact of how the social classes in Guadalajara are very evident and many times some women have confessed to us that they only got married to have financial stability and a set future.
We always joke that we will get a sugar daddy but we both know perfectly well that we would NEVER do that because one of the best things in life as a woman, is to be successful and independent
This conversation took me back to about two years ago when a friend of mine said to me, “Girl, you should take advantage of your looks and get a sugar daddy just like many women do.”
I replied to him, “You know what?” “I am perfectly aware that I can do that but I am not because number one, that wouldn’t be me, and number two, someday when I get older and look back, I want to look at all the things I did and I will feel very proud of myself because I had to work for them and I didn’t have to give “anything” in exchange to get where I’ve wanted to.”
So I want to post this add I found on Craig’s list which was actually put out as is in 2007.
Even though it is degrading, I loved the guy’s style that put this woman on her place!

October 9, 2007
What am I doing wrong?
Okay, I’m tired of beating around the bush. I’m a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I’m articulate and classy.
I’m not from New York . I’m looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don’t think I’m overreaching at all.
Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around 200 – 250. But that’s where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won’t get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she’s not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?
Here are my questions specifically:
- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars, restaurants, gyms
-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won’t hurt my feelings
-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I’m 25)?
- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east side so plain? I’ve seen really ‘plain jane’ boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I’ve seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What’s the story there?
- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows – lawyer, investment banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?
- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY
Please hold your insults – I’m putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I’m being up front about it. I wouldn’t be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn’t able to match them – in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and hearth.
it’s NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 432279810

THE ANSWER
Dear Pers-431649184:
I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament.
Firstly, I’m not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here’s how I see it.
Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a crappy business deal. Here’s why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here’s the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity…in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won’t be getting any more beautiful!
So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you’re 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!
So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold…hence the rub…marriage. It doesn’t make good business sense to “buy you” (which is what you’re asking) so I’d rather lease. In case you think I’m being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It’s as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.
Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as “articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful”
as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn’t found you, if not only for a tryout.
By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn’t need to have this difficult conversation.
With all that said, I must say you’re going about it the right way.
Classic “pump and dump.”
I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.

Anthony Robles

Anthony Robles
Thursay March 24, 2011
By Gina Roman



On Monday night I was very mad at Gina Yoryet that I couldn't even stand myself. The reason being is that I once again let myself go with food and packed it down BIG TIME FOUR DAYS STRAIGHT! Food has always been one of my biggest downfalls. So much for my own advice to stop emotional, unecessary and mindless eating and my hard core workouts at the crack of dawn.
Monday was a holiday and of course I skipped my workout so on Tuesday when my workout time came, I really felt the food right in my throat and it felt like I was 50 pounds heavier during my treadmill run. My eyes almost popped right out when I stepped on the scale. The three kilos that had vanished the prior week went right back to my ass and my love handles. I normally give myself one or two “eat anything you can get your hands on day/s but I really did it this time.”

As sleepy and exhausted as I may have been, there wasn't an option to skip the gym the following few days because I wanted to feel normal again and reach my weekly Fitness goal and so I am making it happen little by little.
I couldn't help being ashamed and I kept asking myself, “how in rhe world can I be a "Health & Fitness Expert" and give people endless advice, yet why is it sometimes so difficult and almost impossible for me to go by my own rules?”

At the end of every December I set yearly goals and this year my expectations of ME were higher than ever but I am lacking monthly and weekly goals. So after sabotaging my military regimen last weekend, I started setting not only weekly goals buy daily goals because that is the only way things will happen. It is the third day of setting daily goals (3-4) and I am very content.

As the most IMPERFECT perfectionist in the world and as a Fitness enthusiast there will NEVER be such thing as “too much” in any aspect of my life which leads me to a fond admiration of many professional athletes. There are millions of women who are in amazing shapes being in their late 30's, 40's and even in their 50's and in fact last night this video really caught my eye and it made me go like DAMN that is real passion and TONS of mental discipline!!

The video is about a young man (I didn't get his age as I only skimmed through the article very briefly) who only has one leg and he managed to win the NCAA Wrestling Championship.
One-legged wrestler wins NCAA championship
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/03/22/earlyshow/living/main20045830.shtml

There's also another professional athlete who is 48 years old, (Herschel Walker) who has an amazingly strong and fit body and he says “He's 'Still a Young Fighter, Still Getting Better.”
Another one of my all time favorites is Serena Williams.
I saw a recent commercial of her and that woman symbolizes power, dynasty, strength, focus, discipline and many positive things.

Serena Williams sexy commercial
http://mx.sports.yahoo.com/columnas/blog-deportes-1701.html
There are many athletes I really like who practice different sports like Gina Ostarly Fitness Model, Nora Tobin Ameteur volleybal player, Jennifer Nicole Lee Health and Fitness model, Suzanna Drabinova from Body Rock tv, Jessica Garcia Fitness model, Dara Torres gold and silver medalist in swimming, Roberta Mancino, bungee jumper and sky diver, Gina Carano professional martial arts fighter, Jackie Warner Health and Fitness model, Ana Guevera, professional runner.

So next time I will apply these rules to every single aspect of my life.

Start your every day like this
“You don't have to get it right, you just have to get it going as many times life can be demanding without understanding and the world doesn't stop to see you grieve.”

Gina Yoryet

Gina Yoryet


Monday March 21, 2011
By: Gina Roman

La fuerza de tu pasión te hace imparable


Ever since I was a child, there was some discontentment with the spelling of my name because it is very unusual so that brought many doubts. There was always the question as to whether my parents had invented that spelling. I am “Yoryet” (pronounced “Georgette”), which almost 100% of Latinos and Mexicans pronounce without a problem, unlike English speaking people because of the way the letter “Y” is pronounced. It is pronounced as a much softer sound.
I’d always ask my mother, “why did you name me like that?” “Are you sure this name really does exist?” I would’ve much rather be named something else.” My discontentment changed long after when I started doing journalism. Our nature is to investigate everything and get to the bottom of it, well, I investigated the origin of the spelling of my name, “Yoryet” which exists indeed. According to my investigation “Yoryet” means something beautiful, uncommon and Strong. Ever since then I’ve felt quite content with my name because there aren’t many “Yoryets, you can find many “Georgettes” though.

In Elementary School, Junior High, High School, College and University I hated it when teachers used to take roll, I just knew they were going to sabotage my name by mispronouncing. Growing up as a very timid and introverted little girl I’d always sit at the back of the room and I never said anything, I’d just cringe at the awful sound of my name so I never felt like a “Yoryet – Georgette.”
But with time I got tired of people ruining my name so I started explaining the origin and the correct pronunciation but it got overwhelming at some point.
One day when I had just arrived to Guadalajara, I started working with the people at the Lake Chapala Community, of course every single one of them messed up my name and I didn’t feel like giving them the whole spill so one day I was like, “ok, call me Gina.” From thereon I became “Gina.”
It is fun and interesting at times to see people call me “Gina, Yoryet or Gina Yoryet,” so “Gina” has become my adoptive middle name which in the end it is exactly the same thing. “Georgette” is the equivalent of “Georgina” which “Gina” is the short form for “Georgina.”
Sometimes it doesn’t even feel like “Yoryet” is my real name since mostly everyone calls me “Gina.”
Many people that I’ve worked with and most of my clients and students still think my real name is Gina. At the company where I am a Health and Fitness Consultant, they always laugh because when I am interviewed, they ask jokingly, “Gina, Yoryet, who the hell are you?”
When I had first started working at the school there was this funny incident, one of my students came to pick up a handout I had left for him and he asked the receptionist for“Gina.” They were a bit confused and told him that there wasn’t anyone with that name so he told them the subject he was taking and the time of the class and needles to say they concluded that it was me. Since that time they started calling me “Gina.”

Now when someone asks, “which name do you like more or which name do you feel more comfortable being called?” I always reply, either one is ok, they are both part of me, even though I am “Yoryet” by Birth, “Gina” is now my adoptive name which I will change legally in the future. So I’ll be “Gina Yoryet Roman.” From time to time when I feel like it, I tell people how “Gina” became a part of me.
I always like to look at “Gina” like this, she will always be there to complement Yoryet, “Gina” is my cheerleader, my engine, my drive when Yoryet doesn’t feel motivated to do anything. When Yoryet has a hard time hopping out of bed, “Gina” is always there to push me, she is my best and closest friend, the only one who can put up with the strain I put myself through workwise and at the gym. The only one who can compete with me and put up with waking up at 5am and go, go go until 9, 10, 11 at night without a break.
Like I have always said, I’ve always believed in positive and unselfish competition among women because in the long run, Yoryet is the number one obstacle I have to overcome, it’s Yoryet I have to convince, push, and encourage when it comes to goal setting. There is absolutely no room, time, or energy to act selfishly with other women and try to look like them because number one, I’ll NEVER look like them and much less have what they have and number two, they will NEVER look like me nor will they possess the qualities and skills I have. If I want something, then I work for it, I don’t try to pretend something I am not, I don’t try to make it appear I am wealthy unlike many women in this city. I am Gina Yoryet, I have my own unique style and I won’t change it just to go with the flow. I only go by this line, “the strength of my passion makes me unstoppable.”
Plus I love the way “Gina Roman” sounds because there is an actress with the same name. She was very popular in the 80’s, she used to come out on TV commercials advertising Cerveza Superior, she was called, “La Rubia que todos quieren.” – The blonde woman loved by everyone.” I was unaware of her existence until a few of my students mentioned the fact that my name sounded like a celebrity’s name so I decided to Google it and there was Gina Roman, La Rubia Superior!

Vintage Cerveza Superior Gina Roman Made in Mexico
http://cgi.ebay.com/Vintage-Cerveza-Superior-Gina-Roman-Made-Mexico-/320674307186

Los Flaneleros

March 13, 2011

On Tuesday of last week if I remember correctly, I had this altercation with this man on the street because I happened to park my car on a spot that he believes he has the right to charge people for. This is very common in México; there is a massive group of people called “franeleros,” this word derives from “franela” meaning flannel which is the tool these people use when drivers are looking for a parking spot. They walk around with different colored “flanelas” indicating drivers that they have an available space in exchange for a few pesos. Some “franeleros,” take however much people want to give them but some of them set their own fee starting at $20, $30 $40 and sometimes even $50 pesos depending on the residencial zone and the time the space will be occupied. At the beginning of each month I always change about $250 pesos worth of bills into coins to hand out to children, blind and elderly people or those young men and women who stand on the corners of stop lights impatiently waiting for the light to turn red so they can clean the windshield of countless cars to make a meager $2 or $3 pesos per car (if the driver is in the mood of being generous). One of my golden rules in life is to always give a lending hand to those in need but I despise being taken advantage of under any circumstances. As far as the “flaneleros” this is not legal and as much as one may complain to have them removed, they fire back by scratching our cars, breaking the windows, stealing the mirrors and tires, they do anything to really make us see that they are in control and they always end up coming back and taking over again.
I know that these people are really hussling to pull through day by day but what really gets me going, is when someone talks to me like that man told me last week, “This is the last time I will let you park here!” It is not acceptable to see someone who acts as if he/she is in control of me when he is well aware that he’s doing something illegal. Needless to say, he really got me going and I blew out on him and by the expresión on his face, he didn’t expect me to react the way I did. He was quite shocked about what I told him especially the way I said it, I didn’t lose my cool as fired up as I was. This is not the first time this has happened though, over the years I have learned to put many people in their place when it comes to standing out for myself because sometimes people are very agressive and many times they think they can push me around. When I was much younger I was very timid and always afraid and I’d let a lot of things go.
But the older I get, the more confident I feel and the more agressive I’ve become when it comes to getting down and dirty with nasty people. Another one of my top rules in life is to NEVER be agressive or arrogant without a reason but sometimes it is necessary to give certain people a little taste of what they want. I meant to take some quick shots of a “flanelero” but I kept forgetting my camera until today. I think I caught him off guard but maybe not because I just realized that he was looking right at the camera when I took the photo. LOL! Now I hope I can download it because my laptop is down and I keep falling behind. This is the third time my computer gets hacked and I am mortified because I lost TONS of information, contacts, years worth of work and translating and teaching material, about 70 posts and articles I had written, health and fitness Pictures and more.

Sunday March 6 2011

Sunday March 6, 2011
By: Gina Roman

This week writing didn’t have to wait till the last minute. The reason being is because my laptop crashed AGAIN! After a MAJOR virus creeped into it and seriously infected it.
A friend of mine is getting it fixed for me but he’s very busy so I won’t get it back until at least Tuesday so instead I’m typing away in my dusty pc at home that hadn’t been touched in almost a year!
It’s 2pm and the reason why I’m writing at this time of day is because my pc is in the living room and it’d be a hassle to move it into my room.
I’m really sad and Missing my laptop because my WHOLE life is in there so I had to buy a hard drive disk (or however those things are called) with TONS of gigabytes enough to put all the information I have.
One of the highlights of my Sundays is to go into my room, close the blinds, disconnect myself from the world and start writing. I really do cherish these moments of getting away from reality and even though I may not write about anything important and much less profesionally, every single word is a thought, a reflexion from my week, , my life and each one of those words has a purpose because they've started to forge a destiny.

This week was an extremely tough week because Sunday, Monday and Tuesday went by without getting one single hour of sleep, I have serious insomnia issues and I’d hate to take sleeping pills because I am not as alert during the day.
Wednesday came and I was actually able to get more sleep than the previous days but Thursday night came and oh brother! I didn’t get one single minute of sleep! I had a nightmare, the same nightmare I’ve had for many years so I was having second thoughts about getting myself out of the house and sprint to the gym to get my workout because it is pitch Black at 5am – I ended up going to avoid feeling the guilt trip later on but I decided to drive instead. It took me forever to get my motion going and I only managed to pull through and a so non-intense hour routine, the day felt a bit unproductive as I had two appointments and two classes but they all cancelled so I stayed home to transcribe some audio files that need to be translated.
Later in the evening I met a friend of mine for a drink and it was the weirdest encounter because we argued, we didn’t agree on a few points (very silly now that I think about it!). It is not a good feeling when we argue with someone so close to us but I will drop by her house later on tonight and apologize because we were both angry and the way at look at things when we truly care about someone is that everyone deserves a second chance, I’m talking about family, friends and relationships. That’s just me, perhaps it doesn’t have to be that way, for example I have NEVER been given another chance when it comes to relationships so now I came down to the conclusion that there’s a reason behind why things happen and why things DON’T happen.
Right now though, I’m feeling YUCK about Friday night but as soon as we talk, I’ll be much better. It’s one of those things that I know that we’ll be lifetime friends, it is only a matter of clearing the air, that’s what friendships are about, we don’t have to agree on everything.