Second entry of the day, a totally different topic. I drove pass a shop this afternoon which brings back some unplesant memories: I was working on an independent project last September, me and my co-partners were franticlly looking for sponsors, at the time I was hanging out of a guy whom own this furniture shop, I was trying very hard to separate the 2 situations but out of accident, I told him about the project and he show interest in sponsoring, my co-partners think it was brilliant but I was not ruling for it afterall. Beside of that project I also had my day job, and it was a hectic period and I was totally exhausted. One evening he called and want to meet up, after an 11 hours working day and multiple rejections for sponsorship, I was bloody exhausted and just want to go home - then he says: I'm your sponsor... This tacky cheekiness really turns me off, but considering a business meeting I took the chance and went to see him.
Thru out the conversation business is zero, he was talking about how he likes me and also how his ex broke his heart after he helped the ex to immigrate to Australia. I reached my boiling point and thanks to the facial product that I use, my face turns numb and even I can tell if I was angry or tired by looking at my face. He then propose a relationship, I obviously declines, without concern of my health and use false pretensious of business and tacky cheekiness are just the tri-factors. He then implies that if I want the sponsorship, I must accept the proposal and go-somewhere-quite-with-him-immediately (ie. have sex with him). I consider that as a sexual harrassment and storm off the scene, and deleted him from all my records.
At the end the project went really well without sponsorship; at the same time I affirm my concept of never mix business with pleasure. I can get whomever I want, who wants a sexual harrassment pig as boyfriend anyway?
Today when I drove pass that shop, the business has been closed for good. Good on him!
