Failover Clustering

Gentlemen, ever heard of the lists? There are two of them and they exist, as sure as night turns to day. The A is a list of guys who a woman can f8k. The order is as beautiful as Darwin's theory of evolution, with the top guys getting the highest priority and said priority reducing as we go down. The fact that the guys on top of the A list may not in the least be interested is irrelevant.

The unfortunate B list consists of poor blokes that she will NEVER EVER f8k. NEVER EVER is subjective at the very least and transient in many cases. Completely open to different interpretation and even re-definition, as I shall prove if I get the chance.
The concept of migration does not exist where these two lists are concerned.
Needless to say that if she is hot and you are a man you want to be at any position on the A list. But not to worry, chances are you are on some woman's A list.

The lady from my previous post, open her phone and pulled the ranking officer on her B list, 'Investor' Jakob.

Jakob is a street smart fellow. Makes money in mysterious, dumbfounding ways. He could slip himself in between someone who wants to sell a lawnmower and another who wants to buy it and make a quick, handsome profit. Stable, solid guy. But whatever school he went to they did not teach him how to approach beautiful and sophisticated women. As a consolation, he comes with a big heart and a happy disposition. He was completely taken by the lady, could do anything for her but did not have enough class to be the boyfriend.

"Aki Jay I am stuck in a bad situation somewhere...."
Heart pounding, can barely hear his own voice .."Where?"
"I know I am inconveniencing___"
"No you are not inconvieniencing me, where are you? I am coming to get you."

This is the very chance he had been waiting for. The proverbial hairthin crack opening of the door. A chance to prove to her that he is much more valuable, more caring than those boneheads she likes hanging out with so much. He takes his car keys and hurtles towards Naivasha at breakneck speed.

After getting lost severally (and poor night vision), he finds her at last. She hugs him tight. Oh God! Its like holding an angel. He says a prayer to Him right there and then that if He does a miracle and he marries the chic he will never sin again. She is overwhelmed by relief that she gives him a wet, slurpy one on the lips, albeit brief. Whoa!

He drops her home. She gives him a 'here is my right shoulder' hug that lasts from now to now;... Thanks so much Jay...and practically runs to her doorstep.

Jakob drives home whistling. Tomorrow he will ask her out.
Poor, clueless bastard.

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