There’s a personality type I avoid like a ‘We need to talk’ text.
High-energy. Overpromising. Charismatic.
Male. Female. Doesn’t matter.
Early in my business career, I didn’t know any better. I fell for it. A lot. I was hungry for opportunity. Open to collaboration. Ready to build.
And they’re good. Very good. They paint a massive vision. Tell you how you’d be a perfect fit. Talk synergy. Momentum. Big things coming.
We exchange numbers. Business cards. Handshakes.
Then I follow up days later. Weeks later.
Ghosty ghosts.
Over the last 10 years, I’ve gotten better at spotting them. The tempo. The over-sell. The too-fast intimacy.
But every now and then, one still slips through.
And I’m left kicking rocks and feeling dumb.
You’d think I’d learn. I’m a sucker for high-energy, passionate people.
