Teaching the Wife to Trade

what if the market evolves and your profitable system is no longer so profitable after u r gone, then wifey loses it all thinking u planned this all along
 
Teaching her how to is plain foolish. It not only loses one the driving seat but could make oneself redundant !!
 
Quote from deadbroke:

No sir, what she hates are the red screens that even Photoshop, ET's lieutenant, can't fix in real life.

A few years ago I ran into this very nice couple with 2 little kids from the West coast on holiday in Asia. Chatting one day he told me all the stories one hears at ET about how magnificent his trading was and how nicely he was doing with his system.

Seated at the table his americanized thai wife, not only a beauty but a very supportive woman, had involuntary facial expressions that were hard to miss. She was in pain.

Later he got up to go to the restroom and I asked her, "he's losing right?"

Here's what she said, "I love this man more than anything, but he's killing himself and us with this trading thing. We've lost hundreds of thousands of dollars and he can't stop"

She put her hand on my arm and said, "can you help him stop, PLEASE?"

I didn't say a fckin word. I couldn't, not with his level of excitement about trading. Damn shame. Hope for his sake he don't lose that nice woman.
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A pity, DB, that your inability to trade has made you cynical about other peoples' abilities. Otherwise you might be open to learning something. How much money per contract did YOU make today?
 
Quote from dtan1e:

what if the market evolves and your profitable system is no longer so profitable after u r gone, then wifey loses it all thinking u planned this all along
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A very real concern. My stuff is based on what I believe to be immutable elements of the market, but you never know. That is why I reoptimize all 21 of my systems weekly. Over the past year they have migrated a bit, but always with acceptable profitability. So you can understand that one of my big concerns is teaching my wife to backtest and optimize, and to recognize, as you point out, when the game is over. That is why I maintain 21 systems. Surely some of them will be long-lived.
 
A woman sees a funerary procession winding its way slowly to the cemetary. The hearse is driving at a leisurely walking pace. Behind it is the bereaved widow in black, walking a dog. Behind her follow solemnly a queue of twenty or more women. Intrigued, the woman bystander asks the widow as they pass, "Was that your husband's favorite dog?" "No," the widow replied, "It's my dog." "Then why are you walking it behind the hearse?" "My husband was 85. The dog jumped up in bed and scared him so bad he had a heart attack." "Can I borrow the dog?" "Get in line."
 
Quote from Illini Trader:

When you tell all these stories about old guys, could you make 'em 85 years old instead of 65. It is giving me a complex.
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i didn't know there r so many old man traders here, always thought day traders r young brash rowdy, is it really gd for your heart?
 
In my case I never expected to live past 52 becaue of family coronary history. I must have eaten more heart-healthy pussy than my forbears did, so here I am. That and practicing a rigorous program of prostate health by getting off once a day whether I needed it or not. Strangely, before my trading turned the corner, I had no burning desire to live a long time. But the intellectual challenge of discovering and perfecting systems now makes me want to live. That and the money. So I have lost thirty pounds by returning to a diet rich in low-cal pussy. I am no longer a fat fuck, but still a fuck.
 
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In my case I never expected to live past 52 becaue of family coronary history. I must have eaten more heart-healthy pussy than my forbears did, so here I am. That and practicing a rigorous program of prostate health by getting off once a day whether I needed it or not. Strangely, before my trading turned the corner, I had no burning desire to live a long time. But the intellectual challenge of discovering and perfecting systems now makes me want to live. That and the money. So I have lost thirty pounds by returning to a diet rich in low-cal pussy. I am no longer a fat fuck, but still a fuck.
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TWO 85 YEAR OLD MEN DECIDE THEY ARE CLOSE TO THEIR LAST DAYS AND DECIDE TO HAVE
A LAST NIGHT ON THE TOWN. AFTER A FEW
DRINKS, THEY END UP AT THE LOCAL BROTHEL.

THE MADAM TAKES ONE LOOK AT THE TWO OLD GEEZERS AND WHISPERS TO HER
MANAGER, 'GO UP TO THE FIRST TWO BEDROOMS
AND PUT AN INFLATED DOLL IN EACH BED. THESE TWO ARE SO OLD AND DRUNK,
I'M NOT WASTING TWO OF MY GIRLS ON THEM.
THEY WON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.'

THE MANAGER DOES AS HE IS TOLD AND THE TWO OLD MEN GO UPSTAIRS AND TAKE
CARE OF THEIR BUSINESS.
AS THEY ARE WALKING HOME THE FIRST MAN SAYS, 'YOU KNOW, I THINK MY GIRL
WAS DEAD!'

'DEAD?' SAYS HIS FRIEND, 'WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?'

'WELL, SHE NEVER MOVED OR MADE A SOUND ALL THE TIME I WAS LOVING HER.'

HIS FRIEND SAYS, 'COULD BE WORSE I THINK MINE WAS A WITCH.'

'A WITCH ??. . WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT?'

'WELL, I WAS MAKING LOVE TO HER, KISSING HER ON THE NECK, AND I GAVE HER
A LITTLE BITE, THEN
SHE FARTED AND FLEW OUT THE WINDOW... TOOK MY TEETH WITH HER!"
:D
 
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