chriskok
August 19th 1986  (Age 23)
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Saturday, February 16, 2008
The Flip Side


  The flip side to every teary goodbye is the joyous reunion in the future......

Posted at 10:24 pm by chriskok
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Monday, February 11, 2008
The boy who never wanted to grow up


 The confusion is long gone. You no longer wake up not knowing where you are. It feels
familiar. Comfortable even. Like it always has been. And then it feels like you've never left at all. Except that, you have. And now you're all grown up. With responsibilities. With duties. But then again there's always a flip side to every coin. I'm free. Free to pursue my own dreams. Free to be my own man. Free to follow the adventures God has installed for me.

Peter: Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.
Wendy: Never is an awfully long time.

 P/S - Congratulations Nydia on your engagement! I guess one of us has decided to grow up after all. Smile

Posted at 01:54 am by chriskok
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Saturday, February 02, 2008
Relationships and business

Came across this while browsing the net. It's a bit dated but it still cracks me up. So for all you business people out there, go have a read. It's an ad from a paper in NYC.

THE AD

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.

—————————————————————————–

THE RESPONSE

PostingID: 432279810
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
cr@ppy 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.

HER RESPONSE

To the gentleman who called me a depreciating asset - 25 (Financial District)
Reply to: pers-445962092@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-10-11, 8:23AM EDT

Dear Sir,

I must confess that I was somewhat taken aback upon reading your email. Indeed, it has taken some time for me to sufficiently recuperate from my surprise. Lest your confidence quickly inflate for little reason (as we know is the predisposition for Wall St. types), allow me to hasten to reassure you that the source of my surprise was neither your candor nor the accuracy of your perception. Indeed, it is your “claimed” success in light of your poor grasp of economics which has me baffled. If the standards required to meet with financial success on Wall St. have sunk so low, perhaps I should indeed “make my own money”, except for the fact that the effort/reward ratio is far too high for my liking - especially when so many of your ilk have displayed a far more cogent grasp of market realities than you have.

By now you are likely scratching your ever-vanishing hairline in confusion, so allow me to elaborate, dear man. To build some credibility I will tell you a bit more about yourself. Though you did not mention the details of your occupation, it is clear that you are an investment banker and not a trader, as any good trader would understand that human courtships are based upon a semi-efficient open market, and not an investment banking cartel. However, your inability to grasp the realities of the dating market is not surprising, given that you have successfully employed the tools of collusion and market manipulation rather that true acumen in your supposed wealth generation.

If your grasp of finance were not a minority partner with your ego, you would realize that the “outflows” associated with my depreciating “assets” are quite certain, and therefore subject to a low discount rate when determining their present value. In addition, though your concept of economics evidentially failed to move past the 1950s, advancement in plastic surgery is not subject to the same limitation. Thus, with some additional capital expenditure, the overall lifetime of “outflows” generated by these assets is greatly increased. Sad that Ashton Kutcher has demonstrated understanding of the female asset class which you, in all of your financial “wisdom”, have not.

You, on the other hand, are, given the uncertainty of the Wall St. job market, more of an inflation-indexed junk bond with an underwater nested call option. Though you may argue that you are more of an equity investment, my monetary minimums required from you do not change, and if you are unable to pay them, I will liquidate you without the benefit of a chapter 11, just as you would me.

Because your outflows are so much more uncertain with respect to mine, I require additional compensation in the form of a underwater nested call option on your future assets. I say underwater because, even taking into account the value of your junk bond coupon payment to me, the value of my “outflow” is in excess of the market price of your equity (which is quite low due to its riskiness associated with your poor grasp of finance and my existing claim upon your junk bond coupon).

I must thank you though for raising the question, despite the reputation cost of subjecting your weak logic to such widespread scrutiny. This took either considerable courage or ignorance on your part- and we’ll give you the benefit of doubt, just this once. My current boyfriend (a trader who lives in Central Park West, of course) and I thoroughly enjoyed discussing your response and we wish you the best of luck in your unhappy pursuit of that elusive market inefficiency.

My Comments:

Whoa, what's with the complexity in the last reply? Clearly trying to sound intelligent.
Anyway, I couldn't stop laughing after reading this. But clearly, such blatent materialism leaves a sour taste in my mouth. And to the guys, what about inner beauty? Some guys do look at the heart you know. Not just the area around it. Haha.





Posted at 01:57 am by chriskok
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Friday, December 28, 2007
Free

 
I don't believe that romance is dead. Because I know the author of romance isn't.

I don't care about the conditions I'm going to face in the future. I just care about your presence.

I'm not worried about not having all the answers when people question me. Because I know the one who has all the answers.

I'm not bound to cynicism because of my past. Cause you're my savior. You have set me free forever.





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Saturday, December 22, 2007
A walk in remembrance


     
    Bright orange light. Searing Heat.  And then for but a moment, night becomes day.No sooner than it occurs, the flames burn out and darkness covers my vision again. It's going to be a long walk home from Crown, I tell myself. But then again what's the hurry?

   Thoughts filled my head as I walked along the Yarra River amidst the brilliant display of pyro-techniques. Thoughts of all the things that had happened this year. The good, the bad and the ugly. And just like the flames, this year was spectacular. Yes. Spectacular but oh so fast. Over before I even knew what was happening.
  
    This year I celebrated my 21st. This year I attempted the most difficult subjects. This year I committed myself to more than I ever thought possible. This year I let go off issues that I thought would plague me forever. This year I let God change me in more ways than one. This year I lost contact with a few friends but grew deeper with a few others. This year I went snowboarding and surfing. This year I graduated!

   This year I......I.....

  Well, I don't even remember anymore. I lose my thoughts amidst the bright city lights. The city sure is special. The artsy buildings and Christmas spirit sure has its way lifting my spirits. But as I quicken my pace to catch up with you I realize that it’s not the city that has been lifting my spirits lately. It’s the wonderful company of people around me. That perhaps, would be the hardest thing to say goodbye to.

   

     Well, Melbourne sure is beautiful.......but not nearly as beautiful as you.....
 


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