One thing about powerful people, and this applies especially to billionaire nerds, is that they were often the awkward outliers in their formative years. They weren't the prom kings or star quarterbacks; they were the kids buried in books, code, or equations, maybe getting shoved into lockers for it. High school hierarchies are brutal Darwinian proving grounds for social dominance, and most nerds were relegated to the bottom, often ignored by the opposite sex. Fast-forward to young adulthood. They’ve conquered markets, built empires, and amassed godlike wealth, but that adolescent itch for validation never fully heals. Social proof becomes their drug – not just any approval, but the kind from other "masters of the universe" who mirror their intellect. Epstein mastered this by creating an exclusive club where these types could feel intellectually superior and mutually affirmed. Norway's Crown Princess Mette-Marit gushes about how he "tickles her brain" and makes her smile. That’s all she ever wanted - to feel smart and reaffirmed by not just anybody, but by Epstein himself. It’s funny because I think most of us ladies thought it was “more responsible” to date the sweet nerds over the jock archetypes from high school. But the cool bad boy in a band or the varsity athlete knows what adulation and high status was like, so they're less likely to spiral into god-complex territory as adults. Nerd billionaires and superstar academics often achieve a kind of success and fame that amplifies what they already feel which is intellectual isolation, so they are vulnerable to Machiavellians like Epstein, who only need just a little magnetism to charm the powerful intelligent elites.