THE HORSE TRACK!!! I have been ****ing screaming for 8 years now to take your ****ng ass to a ****ing horse track. America's untapped goldmine of prime ass.
Here is a picture of the trainer who won the breeders cup marathon this year
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4084755332_e795456d01_z.jpg?zz=1
tell me you wouldn't ****ing bend that **** all over every table you could fine.
How prime? About 2 months ago I was sitting at opening day at hollywood park, about 10 seats down from bo derek. Bo freaking Derek. Even worse, I see her so much, it's not even a big deal to me anymore. She's there virtually every week.
This is a picture of a good friend of mine, just a friend I know from the track
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBaqacyG9mg/TG1Pfy-RdtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TxxR2w20uMQ/S220-h/seahawkgal.jpg
she's 50. works around horses, rides horses, stays in good shape.
http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy99/ghostzapper/126079018.jpg
this is anna, one of my plates I was spinning before i met my fiancee. she like my fiancee is an exercise rider. she now lives in florida working at gulfstream park. not rich, not even really middle class, just loves ****ing horses. she loves music, ahs the whole punk/grunge thing going on, very spunky, i loved her personality, ****ed her 6 ways to sunday lol. very loyal, willing, honest, good gal. will make someone a good wife. last i checked (we stay in touch, parted on good terms) she is still single, frustrated becuase she can't find a man (checking in to see if i am still off the market). Here is a woman, who makes probably 2 grand a month, lives within her means, is in hella shape (Trust me), doesn't expect to be wined and dined, down to earth woman alot of men are looking for. Just give her her horses, she's happy.
Alot of people go to the track to gamble. But a large portion of people, go to the track, just as horse racing fans, and the vast, vast majority of those people are women. Women who have no interest relaly in gambling besides playing 20 to win on their fav horse, and to take pictures, and cheer their fav horse on. 20-30-35 year old women some good looking, some smoking hot, some not so hot. Go to a decent sizes track on a saturday, you will see boatloads of available women. I have mentioned a few women in my circle that I know, the big boob girl for instance, is a solid 7, very solid 7, she's a CHILD PHYSIOLOGIST, 29 years old, a rack that has to be one of god's best works ever lol, LOVES horses. never seen her place a wager as long as we have been going to the track. If I were not taken I would be all over it.
lol, Zenyatta brought more ass to the track than any horse I have ever seen in my life lol.
And to make matters better, you have an IN with these women. My first date with my fiancee, was so effortless it was pathetic, we spent the entire time talking about our fav horses. Let that sink in. Not even having to make any effort, and just you being you, and women falling for you. Women who love horses, more than antyhing want a man who likes hoses, everything you can work out. I know some absolute dimes that are married to schmucks for the simple fact that they are both horse people. To make matters even better, if you can half ass present yourself and not come off as a degenerate, you are in. I've had some attractive women approach ME before at the track.
IN fact this was was what I was fighting with about the last 6 months before I decided to pop the question. not only was I not worried about being able to find another girl, I knew that I could go the next 20-30 years, maybe longer, sport ****ing my way across the country from track to track, literary untapped gold mine. It's so bad, I could go to kentucky right now, tomororw and knew women from certain jobs and certain forums I could call up and go have a drink with and probably **** that night. There is a certain woman that works for a certain sales agency who I met through a mutual friend who has in so many words told me I have a standing offer.
The horse racing industry needs high quality **** gentleman lol. I can't do it anymore lol.
