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May 15, 2014

My Entourage


Today I want to tell you a somewhat humorous story from my life. I call this “My Entourage”.

We must begin with a bit of back story: I lived in San Francisco when I attended college. San Francisco is a city which is known for its quality theater productions.

I had been interested in theater since high school, and therefore I enjoyed seeing plays whenever I could. There was a group of us that would attend professional theater productions, usually once a month. We would also go to lunch before the play or dinner after the play.

The group was a mixture of men and women (though majority women). All were college students, which placed everyone approximately 20-24.

We would dress very nicely. Men wore suits, and the women wore classy dresses with stylish make-up and hair.

That is the backstory. Now to the main event:

On this particular day, none of the other men could make it. I was the only one. There were literally a dozen women, all nicely dressed…and me.

We walk into the restaurant. Of course it is a classy restaurant. The women enter, one by one. All are young (22-24). All are very nicely dressed, with their best dresses, and their best make-up and styling. All 12 of them. And then me…

We did get a few looks. A dozen attractive women at once makes people wonder. A dozen attractive woman and one man…now that makes them curious.

Yes…it seemed that it was me and my “entourage” as we walked in, and as we claimed a large round table.

But it gets even better.

The waiter took everyone’s drink order. Then he leaned over my shoulder and asked me “How is it that you have all these pretty women?”

I looked around. I noticed that indeed, I was at this round table, face to face, with a dozen young, attractive, well dressed women. I also noticed that they heard the question and were looking at me for a response.

This all took just a fraction of a second.

And without raising my eye contact with the women across from me, I said, in a very matter-of-fact way: “Credit Cards.”

The women across from me smiled.


Yes, this was my day to be surrounded by a dozen attractive women. It was my entourage. (And in reality, it didn’t cost me anything more than my theater ticket).

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