author:Elvis Preston King
Whoops someone already has this title his name is William Jefferson Clinton, Bill Clinton. Also a man to be admired! Obviously a man driven by women, although misguided.
1000 One Night Stands!
My life is a candid look at the life of Elvis Preston King the man who has more girlfriends than any man on the planet.
Well it’s true I always wanted to be a Rock Star and the truth is I am one hell of a drummer. Why did I want to be a rock star, I love rock and I love girls! Money for nothing and chicks for free! That’s why! I just didn’t follow through. I never even put a band together. How sad… I went into business and made a few million dollars in a couple of years and retired at a young age. I just don’t like working all the time. What? Are the Billionaires going to take it with them? They think so. I work very hard and then kick back. I like the Margaritaville lifestyle, beaches and girls.
Why do you want to know about my life anyway? If you are a man who does not love women don’t read another word.
I also I have a talent for acting and I wanted to be a movie star. Why? To pick up girls, of course. However, after I saw that Charlie Sheen had to pay prostitutes and I realized that I get more girls than any actor living or dead. I decided for what do I want to be an actor!
Am I immature, insecure and do I have low self-esteem? Probably. This low esteem helped me make my money. I had to show the world I was great. I got paid 15,000 dollars a day as a sales trainer. I hate sales. But I was great at it. What I like is girls, and nothing more. You would think I would grow up. I am 55 years old already.
Unlike the other gurus of girls who discovered their talent late in life I have always had girls, girls, girls! I remember when I was 15 I went to a future farmers event out of town and I came back holding hands with a little Filipino doll with long black hair. My classmates still talk about me today. Mind you I was a poor boy from the other side of the tracks but with the charm and looks of Leonardo DiCaprio.
When I was 18 I use to cruise around in my old 55 Chevy convertible picking up girls form city to city and town to town. You remember Ricky Nelson’s “I am a traveling Man” I forgot to plate my 55 Chevy and the police through me in jail for illegal plates. I had 15 of my teenage girlfriends send me money to bail the handsome poor boy out of jail!
Luckily I lived in the hippy era. I went to San Francisco and tasted California free love. Oh the life. We had Jimmy Hendrix and we still had Elvis too. Those were the times.
I love cars so when I made my fast Millions I bought a Rolls Royce stretch limo and a Ferrari and a big Mercedes and several other exotic cars. I rented an airline hanger to park them all because I lived in a Penthouse on the beach in a place they called the Millionaire Mile. Proceeded to pick up the girls, but low and behold I began to age and I noticed that 18 year old girls weren’t paying any attention to me any more. Saddened by my aging face I contemplated surgery, but felt the risk of death was too great. So I went to the library and checked out books on the subject of places where girls love the older man. I parked the limo and the Ferrari in storage and went on a global search to find the girls. I found them. I now have more beautiful girls than any man on the planet.
Unfortunately I made a bad investment that dropped me to my knees financially, but I still have the girls. So now what? Well I can write a book, but that doesn’t turn me on. Bill already did that! I can sell my sales training again, I can put on How to Have 1000 One Night Stands Seminars, The King of Seduction Seminars etc. or I can offer my one on one picking up girls services to a rich man who loves girls. I decided on the latter,
Rumor has it that when Bill Clinton gets well he plans on looking me up. I have several other multi-millionaires and one billionaire trying to decide if they want girls and to hang out with Elvis or if they prefer to keep working and be buried with their money. So far no one has taken me up on my offer 100%.
To me my girls are like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates. And they taste good!!!
So you ask “Can you teach me to be a great Guru of women? Please! Please! My answer, “Probably not. You are born with it or you are not. That’s why I refuse to take these poor fools money in trying to teach them how to pick up girls with a worthless book or worthless seminars, but I am taking some poor girl loving soul under my wing, Look for me and my buddy in the French Riviera floating around on his yacht with a boat load of girls!
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