Realtor Game

I have an acquaintance who’s a realtor. He scores mad pussy on the job (according to him, banging chicks on stage room furniture is the height of romance), so I asked him once about his game. (All men should make a habit of squeezing successful womanizers for insider info.)

He said, first, the demographics were favorable. Real estate is a female and gay male ghetto, so a straight White man is a hot commodity. Second, the hours often meant that couples couldn’t show up at listed homes together. Daytime house showings were just himself and the female half of a buying couple (sometimes marred, sometimes not). Third, more and more single ladies were buying homes instead of waiting for marriage as a prerequisite to home-buying.

But, most importantly, he stressed that the language he used to sell a home was what sealed the deal. At every opportunity he would draw parallels between home-buying and heart-plying. For instance, his favorite line was “Buying a new home is like finding love; you’ll always have to make trade-offs.” He would say this in an off-hand way so as not to raise suspicions he was flirting (e.g., he might say it to the wall instead of the woman). Invariably, the prospective female buyer would ask what he meant by trade-offs, or better yet why he thought love involved trade-offs.

And then he was off to the races.

There are great careers a man can pursue that will maximize his pussy harvesting. Photography, music, gym trainer, CEO….and now you can add realtor to that list.