I met Larry months ago, when I was producing a video for his client, which was a HUGE client deal for my company. After our first in-person meeting, our Ad Sales rep told me that he was in love with me. I knew Larry was bad news from the beginning.
He’s tiny. And I don’t mean like Tom Cruise tiny, I mean like a shade taller than me (I’m barely 5 foot) tiny. He’s also massively nerdy. And the worst part: he’s terrible at his job. Working with him was awful—he lacked confidence, calm, and attention span.
He’s been trying to get me to have drinks with him for maybe 6 months and it’s never worked out (surprise!), but I finally gave in because I’m out of a job and I can use all the contacts I can get right now. So last Tuesday we met for drinks. We had a decent time. We talked about movies and tv and work and college, but seeing him in person made me realize two things: a) he is also sort of a conceited jerk and b) he is definitely in love with me. After we parted ways, he called me to wish me a Happy New Year (left a message), called again two days later when I hadn’t called him back, emailed me, and texted me at least twice.
I’m in trouble.
