I was around twenty one years old, madly in love, and as stupid as
ever when I travelled from Streamwood, Illinois to Radnor, Pennsylvania to beg a
billionaire named Walter Annenberg for some of his vast amounts of money. My simple
but blissfully idiotic plan was to sell him on all the wonderful and charitable
things I could do with his money if only he would help me out. Though the whole
pretense of wanting to do good with his money was nothing more than a smokescreen
for the real reason I wanted some of his money, that reason, like many reasons in my
life, being a woman of course.
So
like the perpetual moron I was, I travelled from my grandmother’s semi-beautiful
home town of Streamwood, Illinois all the way to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by
train, in one of the worst travel experiences I’ve ever had, and asked one of the
local cab drivers, upon arriving, if he could please take me to a nice, but not too
nice, Philadelphia hotel. My plan all along, had been to take a local commuter
train from downtown Philadelphia to Mr. Annenberg’s office, somewhere out in the
Philadelphia suburbs, where I’d promptly begin to beg and plead with Mr. Annenberg
for some of his vast amounts of wealth and fortune. But before I go any further,
would my poor decision making and all around lack of judgment make any sense if I
told you I was a graduate and bi-product of the U.S. public education system? I was
just wondering? Now back to the self-deprecating story. After a few days of
aimlessly wondering around Philadelphia trying to muster up enough courage or
stupidity to do what I came there to do, sort of like what Rocky Balboa did just
before fighting Apollo Creed, I decided to go ahead and get it over with the
following day. The eye of the tiger I repeatedly chanted to myself throughout the
remainder of the day and night...the eye of the tiger.
like the perpetual moron I was, I travelled from my grandmother’s semi-beautiful
home town of Streamwood, Illinois all the way to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by
train, in one of the worst travel experiences I’ve ever had, and asked one of the
local cab drivers, upon arriving, if he could please take me to a nice, but not too
nice, Philadelphia hotel. My plan all along, had been to take a local commuter
train from downtown Philadelphia to Mr. Annenberg’s office, somewhere out in the
Philadelphia suburbs, where I’d promptly begin to beg and plead with Mr. Annenberg
for some of his vast amounts of wealth and fortune. But before I go any further,
would my poor decision making and all around lack of judgment make any sense if I
told you I was a graduate and bi-product of the U.S. public education system? I was
just wondering? Now back to the self-deprecating story. After a few days of
aimlessly wondering around Philadelphia trying to muster up enough courage or
stupidity to do what I came there to do, sort of like what Rocky Balboa did just
before fighting Apollo Creed, I decided to go ahead and get it over with the
following day. The eye of the tiger I repeatedly chanted to myself throughout the
remainder of the day and night...the eye of the tiger.
The
very next morning and just as I had planned the previous night, I anxiously exited
the local commuter train I travelled on and nervously walked towards the building
that supposedly housed Mr. Annenberg’s office where I was somewhat surprised by its
lack of grandiose on the outside as I had imagined it looking more stately and
monumental. This was it I asked myself while scratching my ever itching and flaking
head, what a cheapskate, and like most things in my life, I couldn’t have been more
clueless and wrong. I had no idea, as I approached the main entrance of the
building, just how exceedingly posh and lavish the interior of it was and how the
building was anything but cheap as it exceeded my imagination by far and then some.
The aura alone seemed to reek of unfathomable wealth while the décor, not to be
outdone or upstaged, smacked me upside my head with its left jab of prestige and
right hook of power. Surprisingly, I never even once got stopped by anyone, not
even a security guard while making my way inside the “never judge a book by its
cover” building. I just casually strolled in like I owned the place and gingerly
made my way toward his suite, though I did have to step inside a rather luxurious
hallway bathroom to clean up and compose myself before nervously entering his
office. I knew what I was about to do was insane and illogical but I hadn’t
travelled this far for nothing, what did I have to lose I thought.
very next morning and just as I had planned the previous night, I anxiously exited
the local commuter train I travelled on and nervously walked towards the building
that supposedly housed Mr. Annenberg’s office where I was somewhat surprised by its
lack of grandiose on the outside as I had imagined it looking more stately and
monumental. This was it I asked myself while scratching my ever itching and flaking
head, what a cheapskate, and like most things in my life, I couldn’t have been more
clueless and wrong. I had no idea, as I approached the main entrance of the
building, just how exceedingly posh and lavish the interior of it was and how the
building was anything but cheap as it exceeded my imagination by far and then some.
The aura alone seemed to reek of unfathomable wealth while the décor, not to be
outdone or upstaged, smacked me upside my head with its left jab of prestige and
right hook of power. Surprisingly, I never even once got stopped by anyone, not
even a security guard while making my way inside the “never judge a book by its
cover” building. I just casually strolled in like I owned the place and gingerly
made my way toward his suite, though I did have to step inside a rather luxurious
hallway bathroom to clean up and compose myself before nervously entering his
office. I knew what I was about to do was insane and illogical but I hadn’t
travelled this far for nothing, what did I have to lose I thought.
Opening the door to Mr. Annenberg’s office was like entering the
Emerald City in the Wizard of Oz. It had the look and appearance of a world I’d
never seen nor experienced before, everything seemed so expensive, grandiose, and
intimidating. Even my skittish and trepid walk from the outer door to the
receptionist’s desk was cushioned every step of the way by a luxurious plush carpet
that served as a constant reminder of just who it was I sought an audience with.
Feeling and acting the part of a fool, as usual for me, I asked the receptionist if
Mr. Annenberg was in to which she looked at me blankly and replied...no. What I
didn’t know at the time was that Mr. Annenberg traveled quite frequently and had
more than one residence. I had no idea if or even when Mr. Annenberg visited his
Foundation’s office so after informing the receptionist of my very brief stay in
town and of the urgency of my message, she kindly invited me to leave my name and
contact information with her before I left. I was too embarrassed to tell her why I
even wanted to see Mr. Annenberg in the first place so all I told her was I wished
to speak with him on a private but urgent matter. Now what I haven’t told you about
myself and Mr. Annenberg was I had previously sent him a handful of unsolicited,
psycho-like audio tapes asking him for millions of dollars months before I
psychotically showed up unannounced at his foundation office. None of them, of
course, ever garnered a response from him or his people.
Emerald City in the Wizard of Oz. It had the look and appearance of a world I’d
never seen nor experienced before, everything seemed so expensive, grandiose, and
intimidating. Even my skittish and trepid walk from the outer door to the
receptionist’s desk was cushioned every step of the way by a luxurious plush carpet
that served as a constant reminder of just who it was I sought an audience with.
Feeling and acting the part of a fool, as usual for me, I asked the receptionist if
Mr. Annenberg was in to which she looked at me blankly and replied...no. What I
didn’t know at the time was that Mr. Annenberg traveled quite frequently and had
more than one residence. I had no idea if or even when Mr. Annenberg visited his
Foundation’s office so after informing the receptionist of my very brief stay in
town and of the urgency of my message, she kindly invited me to leave my name and
contact information with her before I left. I was too embarrassed to tell her why I
even wanted to see Mr. Annenberg in the first place so all I told her was I wished
to speak with him on a private but urgent matter. Now what I haven’t told you about
myself and Mr. Annenberg was I had previously sent him a handful of unsolicited,
psycho-like audio tapes asking him for millions of dollars months before I
psychotically showed up unannounced at his foundation office. None of them, of
course, ever garnered a response from him or his people.
Minutes after arriving back at my hotel room, depressed and
embarrassed at what I had just done and hoped to do, my hotel room phone wildly and
excitedly began to ring. I was positive it was someone from Mr. Annenberg’s office
or maybe even Mr. Annenberg himself, after all no one else knew where I was staying
at or what my room number was for that matter. This was it I thought to myself,
this was the one phone call that could ultimately change the course and direction of
my life and bring me one step closer towards the only woman I’ve ever loved and
still hoped to marry one day. So as I nervously and clumsily made my way over to
the telephone, all the while trying to think of what I would say to him, my heart
began to beat as steadily and smoothly as a worn out jackhammer when I shakily
reached down to pick up the vibrating telephone and hear what my long awaited fate
had in store for me.
embarrassed at what I had just done and hoped to do, my hotel room phone wildly and
excitedly began to ring. I was positive it was someone from Mr. Annenberg’s office
or maybe even Mr. Annenberg himself, after all no one else knew where I was staying
at or what my room number was for that matter. This was it I thought to myself,
this was the one phone call that could ultimately change the course and direction of
my life and bring me one step closer towards the only woman I’ve ever loved and
still hoped to marry one day. So as I nervously and clumsily made my way over to
the telephone, all the while trying to think of what I would say to him, my heart
began to beat as steadily and smoothly as a worn out jackhammer when I shakily
reached down to pick up the vibrating telephone and hear what my long awaited fate
had in store for me.
To
my perpetual disappointment and never ending heartbreak, Mr. Annenberg wasn’t on the
other end of the phone line as I had hoped and wished for, rather it was someone
from his office, more specifically, someone from his security team’s detail. The
meathead of a security guard had a very deep and masculine sounding voice and had
asked me if I was Paul to which I replied yes. He then proceeded to tell me in all
of my stunned and scared silence, the only reason they didn’t call the police on me
for sending my earlier audio tapes to Mr. Annenberg’s office was I hadn’t threatened
him directly. He asked me if my only reason for travelling to Philadelphia was to
contact and confront Mr. Annenberg about receiving money. I of course lied to him
and said no. I had travelled to Philadelphia, I innocently proclaimed, to attend my
sister’s wedding, even though I didn’t have a sister, and it just so happened to be
near Mr. Annenberg’s foundation office. I had simply stopped by to thank him for
all of the wonderful and charitable things he had done for society and to ask him
for his advice on how to help others and that was it I said. The baritone sounding
security guy tentatively said alright to my bogus explanation, though I seriously
doubt he believed a drop of what I had to say, and warned me never to attempt to
contact or visit Mr. Annenberg again or else. Plus, I was warned, I was to leave
Philadelphia just as soon as I finished with my personal business, never to return
again, or else he’d call the police on me…or so he threatened.
my perpetual disappointment and never ending heartbreak, Mr. Annenberg wasn’t on the
other end of the phone line as I had hoped and wished for, rather it was someone
from his office, more specifically, someone from his security team’s detail. The
meathead of a security guard had a very deep and masculine sounding voice and had
asked me if I was Paul to which I replied yes. He then proceeded to tell me in all
of my stunned and scared silence, the only reason they didn’t call the police on me
for sending my earlier audio tapes to Mr. Annenberg’s office was I hadn’t threatened
him directly. He asked me if my only reason for travelling to Philadelphia was to
contact and confront Mr. Annenberg about receiving money. I of course lied to him
and said no. I had travelled to Philadelphia, I innocently proclaimed, to attend my
sister’s wedding, even though I didn’t have a sister, and it just so happened to be
near Mr. Annenberg’s foundation office. I had simply stopped by to thank him for
all of the wonderful and charitable things he had done for society and to ask him
for his advice on how to help others and that was it I said. The baritone sounding
security guy tentatively said alright to my bogus explanation, though I seriously
doubt he believed a drop of what I had to say, and warned me never to attempt to
contact or visit Mr. Annenberg again or else. Plus, I was warned, I was to leave
Philadelphia just as soon as I finished with my personal business, never to return
again, or else he’d call the police on me…or so he threatened.
Once
again and for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last few years, I had
failed to become wealthy or at least financially secure. My dream of becoming rich
and using my newfound money to influence and eventually win the affection of the
only woman I ever loved was lost forever I pathetically pouted to myself. I
couldn’t imagine living my life without her. All I thought about was her suffering
in poverty because of my constant stupidity and endless failures. Why couldn’t I
ever just once, just once, succeed in something? Why was I nothing more than an
ugly, stupid failure?
again and for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last few years, I had
failed to become wealthy or at least financially secure. My dream of becoming rich
and using my newfound money to influence and eventually win the affection of the
only woman I ever loved was lost forever I pathetically pouted to myself. I
couldn’t imagine living my life without her. All I thought about was her suffering
in poverty because of my constant stupidity and endless failures. Why couldn’t I
ever just once, just once, succeed in something? Why was I nothing more than an
ugly, stupid failure?
In
hindsight, I wish I would’ve just cut my losses that night and went to bed early as
I should have done after my disappointing day, but instead, like the knucklehead I
was, I decided to give away my official virginity that night, at least to a woman
that is, by succumbing to my overwhelming bout of depression, among other things,
and paying a complete stranger to have sex with me. It was by far and
singlehandedly, the worst and grossest sexual experience I’ve ever had with a woman
and one I’ll never be able to forget.
hindsight, I wish I would’ve just cut my losses that night and went to bed early as
I should have done after my disappointing day, but instead, like the knucklehead I
was, I decided to give away my official virginity that night, at least to a woman
that is, by succumbing to my overwhelming bout of depression, among other things,
and paying a complete stranger to have sex with me. It was by far and
singlehandedly, the worst and grossest sexual experience I’ve ever had with a woman
and one I’ll never be able to forget.
God was I stupid.