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Edited on Sun Apr-25-04 11:28 PM by WillyBrandt
I was in a Barnes and Noble one weeknight. I just came home from work, so I was there in suit and tie, looking through the titles.
I notice standing next to me is a good looking girl, about my age, dressed like she's a fellow ambitious yuppie. She starts talking to me, saying "Hi, my name is XXX. Do you hang out here often?"
I'm thinking--my lucky day! It's never this easy--it usually takes at least a little initiative--and this pretty young thing is talking to a besuited me, who came just to browse through the American History section after work.
We start talking. I tell her, yeah, I'm a consultant (my previous job), she says, oh I'm a teacher. I ask her what grade, and she says, "I teach seventh grade... but I also run my own Internet business."
Now, I work in IT and was a CompSci major--so I'm like, hmm?
"Yeah, I'm backed by some people in North Carolina. Here, take my business card." (It has her name, with the ridiculous title "Independent Business Owner.") "I'm wondering if you too would like to open an Internet business" I say "No thanks," and she says to pass on her card should I find someone who'd be interested.
Of course it was immediately a bit embarassing, since what I had hoped might be a paramour sought to be a parasite. I e-mailed her anonymously sometime later, after looking into the issue. She was part of some weird mix of AmWay and VERY fundamentalist Christianity. I politely sent her a few links encouraging her to GET OUT, then an e-mail or two later called her a total nut who is ruining her youth.
Ugh. Cults are creepy.
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