I'd have offered a quart of Mickeys and an iPod.
If I wanted to satisfy my curiosity, I'd pick up a book and hack it out in a day. I don't happen to have the day. For me, a day is worth a kilobuck.
You, a one trick hack pushing dead tree spam, pretending you know anything at all about me and what I want or need is presumptuous.
Its a job son. If you want my nickel, you play my tune. But pseudo psycho analysis from an emotional pygmy is neither expected nor appreciated.
Sod off.