A colleague adversary exists in the local community. For some time now I’ve been hearing from trusted sources what this man has been saying about me, our web site and, in fact, others at large. Several local girls have let me know he consistently has issues with paying them as well as getting touchy feel-y. I personally have encountered instances where he jaded a model toward coming in to see us. I have personally seen instances where he “tricks” a girl into coming in for a shoot –without pay– as a “trial” shoot. Uh huh.
I finally met him. Not by choice mind you, and frankly I could have gone forever without having met him. As soon as he saw me he zeroed in like a scud missile. I didn’t even know who he was until he said his name. But as soon as he did I felt my blood boil, I started to shake a little bit. I had visions of his neck between both hands with his eyes bulging out from their sockets, facial bones breaking. I’m sure he saw it in my own eyes because it took me several seconds before I could compose myself enough to tell him what I really thought about him. That’s when the Smoke Blowing started. He’s like, no, no, no –I’ve always had good things to say about you. He started shoveling out the accolades. What is this guy? A pathological liar? A simple loser? A washed up “has been” grappling for what isn’t even there any more? After letting him know I thought he was a lair I collected myself and moved on. Besides, I’ve already broken my hand once this week.