He was having sex with strippers in the club's VIP, a feature that's often denied as existing, meeting more visually and sexually attractive, younger, more feminine women in that route, with a nice bankroll.

The utility of his prior lifestyle had diminished, he didn't need a dual income household and he certainly didn't want it.

He was bored of it, the university pipeline straight to running a corporate VC arm full of corporate climbers that want to prove how they fit in male dominated spaces with masculine behaviors. The representation of that was and is completely contrived - for any guy with options - and he went along with it because people told him to in the DC area, and that's who his peers were. Assortative mating that he realized was not serving him and he wasn't poor enough to need it.

I wouldn't say the conception was planned, he was just having fun with his favorite stripper, but pouring gas on himself at the gas station to mask her sent was.

Now, he retired his whole bloodline, after making a bloodline at all with his favorite stripper, giving her the dream of ponies, horses, and seemingly living happily ever after. I never followed up on his daughter being an adult now, but the privilege of pursuing dressage because of the father's successful indiscretions is fascinating.

I'll definitely aim to replicate, it looks far more appealing than upper middle class assortative mating does, with all the failure modes reappropriated as exception handling. I'll just avoid the first marriage, and refine the journey with trusts more effectively in such a wild wealth disparity and power dynamic, but also keep the divorce court ordered insider trading immunity in my back pocket.