My favorite form of intimacy has always been asking questions, not to pry, but to understand the architecture of someone's inner world. The way they think. The way they feel. The way their past still echoes in their present. There's a depth in people that never shows unless someone asks the kind of questions that require honesty instead of performance. What shaped you. What steadied you. What you learned the hard way. What you still carry even when you pretend you don't.
Work for money then make your money work.
Rinse and repeat until annual income exceeds annual expenses 3 to 5 times over.
Keep the equation simple as possible.
The people who actually have money are the least obvious about it. You could be liming normal, normal with a millionaire and you probably won’t know unless y’all get close. Real wealth isn’t boastful.