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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