After hearing a papa talk about going on hotel dates with women who have impressive titles and public profiles, I felt miserable realizing that women with name recognition or a certain status can receive far more support than women who are simply attractive.

Is a papa who drools over titles and brags about providing support really attractive? Maybe in the end, cute women whom a papa doesn’t want to let go of for all sorts of reasons are the ones who get the best results... Before getting insecure, make an effort yourself too. Akari

There may be some people with a thing for impressive titles, but they’re pretty rare. If you make a big deal of it in your profile, people outside that niche will probably steer clear. And who knows how many offers you’d actually get—maybe 80% would be the type who just wants to try once for the experience, then say goodbye. You do occasionally see people like that. Their profiles say things like “I used to belong to ●●” or “I was Miss ●●,” and if you search them, you can figure out who they are instantly. You think, “Huh, so this is the kind of person they are,” but you don’t make an offer. I wouldn’t tell anyone else just because I recognized them, either—it just ends with a “Huh.” I sometimes wonder whether those claims actually increase their offers. Once you become a high-income person who spends time in places like Ginza, men start approaching you saying they can discreetly introduce you to women in the entertainment industry. Wealthy people like that often have an oddly strong sense of pride, so they don’t want to join a dating club with a screening process. On the other hand, they trust word-of-mouth, so they can easily fall for these procurer types who approach them through personal connections. Someone who’s released a DVD would be considered extremely impressive, while even women whose biggest achievement was appearing on the cover of a computer magazine can receive a very generous allowance. They’ll bring them to company parties, too. Then, outside the restaurant, they’ll secretly slip them a wad of cash. It was like a sea lion show at an aquarium, where the animal gets fed every time it performs a trick. If you could build yourself an entertainment-industry “title” and get into this kind of activity, I don’t think dating clubs would be the right place to look. First would be a talent broker, followed by members-only salons, I suppose. Not that I’d know. Taro