BAD clover DATE with a Racist Pyramid Schemer

I wasn’t going to post this. I was going to let it slide. But, in the end, I just can’t because there are still people out there doing things like this to innocent good-intentioned girls looking and hoping for love. I almost laughed when I heard that the pyramid scheme was still around. I worked really hard to clear my life of a lot of crap and ended up where I am now. I’m ready to date and get on with this thing called life… So, I checked out Clover, a dating app because a friend recommended it to me.

MAN!! I should have known better! Dang it!!

First guy that responds to being matched to me asks if I want to make money this Summer. And… surprised as I am, THAT is NOT how someone interested in getting to know you in a romantic way talks to you. From that moment, you are a mark and nothing more than a possible business opportunity. But, I wanted to believe that he was shy and looking for an ice breaker, maybe, and who isn’t interested in making money? Right?

WRONG!! Once a mark, always a mark.

The fool is a racist! OMG! I thought Asians being racist was sooo old fashioned and not of my generation, but he said he was born and raised in LA… then HOW THE PUCK is he still racist? If he had issues with that, MOVE TO ASIA!! But, I’m sure he can’t because he doesn’t speak the language… he speaks English! Damn, I was so mad because he was, basically, calling ALL of my friends stupid people. So, as if that wasn’t bad enough, I was hoping meeting with him, I could clear the air about his racist point of views… HAH. What a joke!

I met the guy, he brought me into his life with a sop story and then pitched to me a pyramid scheme. I was amused at first and wanted to see how far he’d get before I shut him down. He said it would be a 15 minute meeting but by the 15^th minute, I was ready to crawl into my bag and hide because he hadn’t even started his pitch yet!! All of those past memories of being tricked by the pyramid scheme came back to me, so I stopped him and shut him down. He took the rejection as any man would, and dared to insult me to my face by saying, “I thought you were brighter than this.” The dude insulted my intellect when he was the bigger chump! Wow, so I critiqued his methods and pitch because, to be honest, he sucked at it. If my words could hurt him so much, he shouldn’t be in the scheme!

He also claimed to be Christian after being brought back to life after a motorcycle accident where he was at fault. He decided NOT to wear his helmet while riding through the Malibu Hills at night. He crashed into a car head on and ... God brought him back to life. He is a Christian now because he is a miracle and etc... That was his sop story to me. Of course he wouldn't know about my trials and tribulations. He never asked about them. All he wanted to do was make me feel bad and sad for him, thinking that would open me up to him, so he could pitch to me and get me on board. I'm sorry, dude. Jesus doesn't work that way. You better rethink trying to use Him to fish me in. Cuz, I ain't biting!

On top of that, when he saw he couldn’t change my mind, not that he really tried, he packed up his set up and left. There was nothing courteous or kind about him, just a business sleaze ball moving on to their next mark. Also, he didn’t speak like he even liked what he was pitching. He kept telling me he loved the program without a smile nor any excitement. He kept telling me it was the best option for me when he knew nothing about me. And when I pointed this out to him at the end of our meeting, he said he tried but I was too “closed off”. And I take issue with that, because I answered all of his questions with honest answers about myself. That jerk didn’t even listen. He didn’t even recall our Clover chat conversation until I recited it to him verbatim. Then, he got defensive and… I was so thankful he left. I was going to forget about it…

AND THEN… Monday morning, the morning after the afternoon of our meeting, he sends me a text at 4:50 AM that read, “I hope you know why you always get the friend zone?”

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Here was my text response with screen-captures of our conversation on Clover:

“(Photo) There are a few things we should get straight. The first thing you as is if I want to make money. No good guy talk[s] straight business. You never had interest in me, [NAME]. You saw a mark and took it. (Photo) Then, you went all racist on me. After that, you only kept up with me because you want[ed] to make more money. And… I said I was friend zoned to be nice. It’s never good to brag. And I wanted to [get] to know you so I kept the meeting. I hate the pyramid scheme. I hope you don’t get hurt. Please block my number.”

So, I blocked that racist fool stuck in his pyramid scheme and… onward, ho!

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For all you Pyramid Schemers out there… as someone who has pitched to hundreds of people successfully… let me teach you some things… and take it however you want to:

Lesson #1 – People aren’t stupid. Just because you have an emotionally trying story about a difficult time you went through, it does NOT mean I will care any more about what you’re selling to me than if you told me there were ants on the ground. Your story is sad and I feel for you, but the moment you switch over and pitch to me about the pyramid, you better have a good segway… or else, I’m out. I’m not stupid. Come on, now!!

Lesson #2 – People aren’t racist anymore. WE LIVE IN A PUCKIN’ MELTING POT!! Once you insult your mark, it’s over. Regardless of whether or not I choose to meet with you or not, it was all for my entertainment, to be honest. I lost some time because of it, he got nothing out of it, but I got a good story to tell and writing material.

Lesson #3 – People aren’t nice. I am the nicest and most friendly person you will ever meet. Telling me I’m “narrow-minded” and not “bright” to my face is just asking for a tongue lashing. I carry Mace for that reason. So, I can save my breath and just spray away. I also carry a beating stick for my protection from the creeps the pyramid sends to me. So, be forewarned… there are meaner people out there than me… and they WILL not care how sad your creep’s story was.

As I wished for him, I hope you don’t get hurt. 

On a more serious note...

RIP and my condolences to everyone who lost someone recently and attended their funeral this weekend. Death is never an easy thing to get over and handle as a teen or as an adult... Be sure to remember the experiences you shared... and Love every moment of your life, live life to the fullest, and lose no time worrying about what can be... My prayers are with you and your family.

My Experience With SLEAZE

As stated in the Urban Dictionary: sleazy, here's my experience with a particularly trashy situation. 

Money. Power. Women. Control. Once it gets to your head, there’s no coming off it. Most music producers can’t resist it. I once interned for a man who called himself a music producer. He wasn’t terrible but he wasn’t great either. I wanted to see what the industry was like, so I took on the paid internship. And after a month of working for him, I quit when I realized two very important things; they lie and are dogs.

If you find a good producer who makes good music and is willing to work with minorities, most of them are simply aiming to sleep with them and then toss them aside. It’s sad, but true. This guy had the nerve to ask me to recruit talent. And when I mentioned a friend who was actually a good singer but pursuing acting, he had me bring her in. His audition of her was different from when I was in the office. And when he tried to climb on top of her, she bolted. Our friendship has never been the same. I’m ashamed that I actually trusted this dog with my friend. Never again.

And, after all the talks and work I did on his behalf, working with him, his connections, and talent, I was never paid. To this day, he owes me $3000 but because I never got it in writing, I didn’t think he’d go back on it, I stopped working for him when I realized he would not pay me for my time, gas, and work. Although he often still asked if I was looking for work, I simply “junk mail”-ed his messages. I hope I never see him again. Because, if I do, I’m more than likely to beat his skull in with whatever is around.

For lying to me. For nearly raping my friend.

So, even when you have an iron-clad legal contract like how Kesha did with Dr. Luke… it means nothing if all he sees you as is a victim.

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