The other night I was at a party for work when I met the President DB (and by DB, I mean, Douche Bag, just to be clear). And, if you’ve read this blog in the past, you’ll recognize that I run into a long line of DB’s while I’m out and about. It’s not wonder I’ve been playing hermit in my apartment.
Anyway, I somehow got stuck talking to Mr. President DB for what seemed like an eternal hell, suckered into his arrogance and cornered with nowhere to go. Unfortunately, I was drinking water, which provided no buffer against the hubris-filled ramblings of the Prez and as I pretended to listen to him drone on and on and on…and on about how much money he had (vomit in my mouth), how important he was, blah, blah, blah…I had to fight to stop looking at my watch. And yawn. Again. Even when he pulled out the picture of him shirtless, I managed to suppress the eye roll. (I need a freaking trophy for that feat!)
I told finally told him I was dating someone (which I find out, never ever works. It just makes the arrogant ones lose their semi-polite gentleman filter and they then say whatever they want because they have nothing to lose) and he actually patted me and condescendingly said, “You’ll grow out of it.” (WTH?)
Then shortly thereafter, I got an email from him asking me to dinner (telling me how he had so many important people to meet, but would still have time for me) among some other work related stuff, which was just as douchy as he was in person (ask me in person, I will show it to you). I politely declined citing work issues to which he replied, “Your loss.” Ahaha.
Yes, it’s my loss. I don’t have to spend 2 hours of my life listening to how wonderful you are. Boo.
That’s the thing with arrogance; it BLINDS the people that are so puffed up, they can’t see what an a*hole they truly are. And some girls really don’t give a crap about how much money a man has, how much land/stock/companies they own or how you look shirtless.
Men, consider this your PSA for the day. Confidence is SEXY. Arrogance is NOT. Save the BS for the guys, some girls don’t give a sh*t how important you think you are.
2 thoughts on “The One Who Was the President…of DBs”
I need to see this letter.
perhaps wearing a fake wedding ring can help as a deterrent.