Tuesday: Lookin’ good and feelin’ nice! Time to bring it.
2015 Santana, sex on six strings, a high performance machine for a high performing professional. So what if people call you a narcissist? You didn’t get to be so great by accident, and I mean, you’re not the only one that can’t help but stop and look at how built you are. With a body like this you’re damn well sure not gonna not show off a little... if you got it, flaunt it.
Look at that face, women want you and men want to be you (or is that the other way around? Who cares?) Your pinstripes have cost more live’s than a gangster’s.
Teeth like a newscaster and skin so smooth moisturizer rubs you in.
Closing deals like clockwork.
The country club only lets in a certain type of individual. You may be “new money” and your Audi is a lease, but that doesn’t stop you from mingling with the upper echelon and hitting the links as a probationary member. After all you have the required credentials.
You’ve got the kinda overconfidence that you don’t even cover up in the locker room. Nope, you put your foot up on the bench after a shower and drip dry while trying to make eye contact with the Investment Banker who’s frantically tying their shoes and looking for their valet slip.
You watch the sun begin to set on another day. You’re not in any hurry to get home to your wife and kids, after all you’re a very important man, and their wants and needs for your affection are inconsequential when your boss offers to buy you another round.
