Dinner
Had another big dinner tonight with the model wrangler. He's not a promoter, just a trust fund baby who knows a lot of pretty girls. Dinners with him are painful at times. Amazing at others. He's good at bringing people together and I've taken amazing trips with him. But - he's scamming your time. You hang out with people with money and beautiful women. The empty space that exists between their ears doesn't come for free. I've met some decent people through these events but really it's hanging out with beautiful stagnant air.
Sometimes I go just for the social experiment.
Tonight we went to a nice Mexican gastronome restaurant. Only there were so many girls I felt like an animal. I was stuck between Brazilian models and stoner models. Meaning - I got no food. Both girls are skinny as hell and can eat whatever they want. The guys were nice, but I wanted to be sitting at home snuggling with finance guy.
Finance guy is no saint though, he was out at dinner with friends but I never know if that is the truth or if he was on a date. I left with my friend, the Turk who took me home, He's polite…maybe not dating material in terms of getting serious, but offers something that the finance guy does not. He's chivalrous and takes me out. The wandering eye is a deterrent but for now, I'll have fun with the casualness.
