Miracle Match (MM) is an on line dating service. But more than that, it has field offices around the country for people who don't have access to the internet. People living in nursing homes, people in prison, and people who are still using 3-party land lines -- those humans living in remote areas or in caves. Andy Aldrich believed everyone should have a partner, that everyone needs love. It's market niche is society's rejects, sometimes known as deplorables.
The corporate staff consists of Andy as CEO, his current mistress, Gilda, as secretary, and an ex-con, Lou, with a history of extortion and insider stock trading. Translated, that equates to being a crook. Lou is the treasurer.
Andy employs 30 illegals, smuggled in from various countries -- especially the Czech Republic and Canada. Andy advertises on Google, with a monthly budget of $350. His website costs almost nothing, since he dabbles in HTML.
Miracle Match has no physical presence. You can't find it in a mall, or in the back of a warehouse.
It's located in "The Cloud".
For you folks who are not tech savvy, the Cloud theoretically is unlimited memory storage. For example, Google Drive utilizes cloud computing. It has over 1 billion users.
Clearly, Andy is not a ghost, and doesn't live in a cloud. He has a small office in his garage in Palo Alto, California. He lives in a $5 million home -- a little above the average home price for a home in Palo Alto.
He is married to a lovely woman, an Evangelical who speaks in tongues when she prays. She prays every night after dinner. For an hour. Out loud. That's why Andy works out of his garage.
Andy also employs Larry, a contract photographer adept in PhotoPro, for retouching headshots. A second associate, working 30 hours a week without benefits, Dorothy, is a struggling English major; she's hoping to publish her first novel on Amazon. Dorothy's job is to write profiles for subscribers, most of whom can barely read or write English. Many of them are high school dropouts.
When a woman like Anna wants to meet a man, her unedited profile would read: " I like to walk on the beach while the sun sets. Or sun rises. My hobbies are gardening, and reading books on philosophy. My favorite author is Friedrich Nietzsche. I am curvy and enjoy playing the harmonica." This would get zero response.
After editing, Anna's profile would read: "I am a big breasted woman who don't sleep much. I enjoy having sex all night, and go to bed when the sun rises. I am very open minded, like to suck cock, and masturbate every day ..."
This results in hundreds of responses.
Obviously constructing a dating service makes little demand on your ingenuity. Or honesty. People are lonely, they're tired of masturbating, and want to meet someone. Maybe anybody. They are willing to fork out $175 annually to become a charter member. Not surprisingly, Andy grossed over $5 million in the first 10 months of operation. It was even more profitable than running a megachurch.
Anna was one of MM's first clients. She lives in Cupertino, which is a stone's throw from Palo Alto. Well, OK, a couple of miles. People live in Cupertino because it has a great school system. This means you don't find gang bangers hanging around street corners. Everyone spends all their time studying -- preparing for the SAT's to get into Stanford, or Yale, or MIT. If you want to go to a state college, usually you don't need to prepare much. You can work at Whole Foods and still get admitted.
Recently divorced, and horny as hell, Anna needs to find a man. Not any man, because she lived in Cupertino. He had to be earning a six figure salary, be preferably Asian or Indian, and drive a German car not more than two years old. She would be humiliated to be seen in an American made car. Anna herself was originally from a small town in Northern India. I won't mention it here, because it doesn't matter. Really, it doesn't matter...
She is a beautiful woman, full breasted, and was tired of ordering vibrators from Amazon. The UPS guy was at her home more than her husband. She didn't know where her husband was, since he travelled a lot. So she divorced him. He was useless. She did get the house -- a 4500 sq. ft. home worth $10.2 million. She claimed he beat her, but since he was always traveling, he had no idea she divorced him. His attorney handled everything. There was a restraining order, but again, he was not aware of it. In essence, he made $350K a year, and didn't give a shit what happened at home. He was your typical Silicon Valley executive, working 16 hours a day. He didn't even know his car was stolen until one day he couldn't find it at the airport. He didn't trust Uber drivers. On his way home one night, he got a call from his attorney. His attorney essentially told him to check into a motel and he would explain later.
