I thought I was being asked to have lunch with a great friend I hadn’t seen in like 4 years. Man, we had so much fun together before our lives led us in different directions. She was writing for a neighboring newspaper and I was helping a mutual friend launching his own blog service.
We would bounce things off one another like two cub reporters in the days of the “big scoops.” You know, moving int publicity with the real story behind “Man bites dog” (Part of reporting history is the story told of how to catch the imagination of a the public about things that were mundane. The newspaper owner said, “Get me some stories about a dog biting a man and I say, ‘What’s new.’ But, get me some stories about a man biting a dog and I can sell some newspapers!'”
We were good at getting the “man bites dog” stories. Really good.
So she bites me…she put the bite on me…she tricked me into a lunch date to try to sell me into this travel club multi-level marketing company called WorldVentures. You’ve seen it, it’s the photos of people on vacation with these ridiculous rollout mini banners that read “You Should Be Here.” That’s the one.
She started tell me about how she is now traveling, blogging, booking, recruiting, and making a level bringing new members into this stuff.
Her excitement was palatable. You could taste the shrimp on the barbee and the smell of the ocean breeze. Well, it got breezy, but not that kind of a breeze.
Seriously, she was wanting me to jump into this thing with her and bring all my traveling crew. (Admittedly, we do like to travel. If only for a two night, three day excursion, we like to do that about once every 60 days.)
I’m not going to turn this thing into a sales pitch for that travel mlm stuff…that would be like me treating you the way she treated me. I detest that sort of thing.
I gave her the, “I’m going to have to sleep on this one” response and after about three more memorized assertions (canned stuff I am certain she had been trained to spot and address), I stepped away just before she completely degraded our friendship into the dust of the past.
I googled that travel mlm thing and found www.scoobyphotos.com . Man was that helpful.
In less than five minutes I had read enough to demonstrate to my friend when she calls back (and, trust me, she’s going to call back…it had taken three calls just to work out a lunch date…and I hadn’t placed any of them) that I did some research, had some reservations, saw how it matched up with a few other current travel mlms and I had decided to not participate.
At the very least that scoobyphotos.com place was a godsend. I know where I can go when the next friend hits me up, and where I can go if this friend doesn’t stop harassing me about her current project.
I’ve got to admit, I thought we were back in the “man bites dog” story days. It just kept getting more forced by the minute. It was obvious she was seeing me not as a friend from the past, but a source of prospective enlistees, all the while pushing the idea that since I travel, I might as well make money. The problem with that is, it would make me act more like she’s acting and less real than either one of once was.
It’s a sad day when friends have to begin to avoid another rather than embrace the past full of closeness and wonder.
Forgive the rant, it just needed to be made public, if you know what I mean.