
Before I start I need to clue you in on why I had lunch with this guy. I work for a stable company where I actually have Equity in the company. Even though, we're apparently doing great, I haven't received a pay check in months so I'm a bit skeptical as to really how well the company is doing.
Even though, it's probably just a clerical error I have decided that it might be best to see just 'what's out there.' In case there might be a problem with the company I am currently working for. The fact that I own a piece of it is enough for me to be worried about the people running the company.
I was approached by someone who I recently met about an opportunity that he wanted to discuss with me. I was hesitant because I sensed a strong aura of DOUCHENESS exfoliating from him but I thought it couldn't hurt.
I called him on Saturday at 11:30am to meet him for lunch. The first thing he says is, "Dude, you woke me up. I didn't get to bed until 6:30." I'm thinking he's a rager...possibly a coke head. It's my understanding that 3am is late for anyone to stay up but if you say you stayed up until 6:30 you're a coke-eadd...so I thought. This intrigued me and I was anxious to learn more about why he stayed up so late. I tend to live Vicariously through fellow strugglers.
He then told me that he does not have a car. Kind of weird but I've already committed to this so I volunteered to pick him up. He told me to pick him up at a corner in Santa Monica that's a very nice area so I'm thinking this guy might have his shit together.
I pick him up on the corner and he gets in the car. First thing out of his mouth..."This is a nice car. I used to drive a Porsche." I responded with, "This is a great part of town." His response..."I'm crashing with a friend. I'm kind of in between places right now." So no car and no home. I continue, "So why were you up so late? Were you raging?" "No. I went over to my exgirlfriends around three. I still have a key. We got into a huge fight and then we had amazing sex." The way he said sounded like he's not afraid to hit a women. He continued, "She's such a cunt but the sex..." I had to interrupt him so I turned up the Radio. I was listening to Howard Stern. Of course it got worse. "You like Howard Stern?" he said. "Yes," I said. I would assume that when people are driving they usually want to try to listen to something that they like and not dislike. He obviously hated Stern. We didn't get into that though because he continued the conversation into music. He asked me what kind of music I liked. I said, all kinds. Which is true since I am a music aficionado, some might say a snob and I was curious to what he listens too and here's when it got really bad. This was what came out of his mouth in one sentence word for word..."I hate all music but Techno and by the way I don't have any money so you got to spot me." Not 'will you,' 'you got to.'
Now, I'm basically viewing this lunch as a terrible blind date. The difference in even if you go on blind date with a girl who sucks, she might be hot and you might be getting laid. If she sucks and she's ugly you have, or for me had the ability to get blinding drunk so you still might be getting laid or get a great story out of it.
I'm at the point where I'm thinking of texting my girlfriend so she can call me to bail me out. "My girlfriend just slipped in a pile of Wombat poop. I got to go." But then there was this side of me who wanted to see what else this cum-rag could spew out of his mouth. I also wanted to see what kind of job this hand-job was going to offer. To be honest, if this guy offered me one million dollars to watch TV all day with him for a year, there's a strong possibility that I would have declined.
The drive to lunch felt like forever. He was obviously telling me exactly where to go and what cars to pass because people (especially guys (and especially guys who are the youngest of four who hate being told what to do and might have resorted to alcoholism and snort to mask that feeling of always being a child) ) love that.
The conversation in the car was just him talking about his constant conquests of love. He proved each one with a picture of the girl in his cell phone which he would show me every time. In between talks of his conquests he was telling me in great detail about all of the money that he has made and his successes in business. The fact that he doesn't have a car, a wallet, or a place to live doesn't really phase him.
Another thing that was going through my head was, 'this might be the easiest interview that I've ever had being that he hasn't asked one thing about me.' He keeps saying that he sees this drive in me which is surprising since I am doing everything that I can do with body language because he won't let me talk to show him just how much I don't like him. I went as far as too look at him with a disgusted face every time he made me look at one of those women in his phone. It's not so much that I thought they were ugly as I'm sure he took the pictures from a tree in the 3rd Streeet Promenade and was lying. He was just getting so graphic that I was trying to tell him to please stop making me think about you having sex. "Then I pinned her on the ground." Standard rape talk.
We finally sat down for lunch. He ordered a Mojito and didn't ask for any specific Rum. Typical Douche Bag drink. I'm surprised he didn't order a Cuba Libre. Although he did almost order a Mai Tai which is pretty close. All socially acceptable drinks on vacation on a beach but offensive to me otherwise. I like to define people by what they drink. Meaning, if you're not drinking a Budweiser Bottle you're probably a pussy in my book. Even though I don't drink anymore I still judge like a mother-fucker.
He started to discuss the job. Obviously commission only which is always signs of a stable company. There was some talk of selling Gold and Silver and how everyone wants them because they're Asset's. Now I'm not smart by any means unless you need quotes from Caddyshack or the lyrics to Stones song's but I'm pretty sure that Gold is traded under Gld. He disagreed and told me that he knows how to sell it to people for double the value. That's when my mind started to drift and started to focus on a tattoo on his shoulder. Now the Douche Bag was wearing a T-Shirt but I could make out some women's legs as part of a tattoo. I was so curious as to see what the tat looked liked. I almost asked him if he had a Tasmanian Devil on his lower back.
Lunch ended, I paid and I got in the car and tried to get this dude on his corner as quickly as possible. By the way, he told me I should have tipped the Valet more. Keep in mind this guy wasn't paying for lunch but he recommended a place with Valet service.
The last words out of his mouth were, "I plan on making five-million dollars this year and whatever goal I set I achieve. If you want what I have I think you should do the same." I kept thinking 'want what I have?' What's that? A lonely life of no pussy, lies, homelessness and riding around on a bus?' Sign me up. I didn't say that though. I politely said,
"I unfortunately can't jump into a business where I work for free but from my calculations if you plan on making five-million dollars you should have about four-hundred thousand next month. So by May if you really feel that you need me then you can throw me ten-thousand dollars as a base salary and I'll jump on board." Before he could respond I pretended that I had a phone call...and I tried my best to let him know that it was in fact a fake phone call.
Even though it was painful I was glad it happened. It's just nice to meet someone who's so socially-retarded, and curiously-awkward that no mater how bad my life gets, or how good his does I'll always have something that he doesn't.... I had a Menage-a -Trois with two chicks and didn't have to pay...or in this guy's case rape.