February 22, 2018:

I offered to help that one.

She writes of her interest in business models. I drop her a note: I can clue you in to the reality of Silicon Valley business models, a very different thing to their public ideology.

She replies with the arrogance her beauty grants her. I'm not interested in gossip. If you have something genuine to share you should get to the point.

That ends my interest. That, and the fact that she doesn't know what the expression "get out of Dodge" means. That, and the fact that she doesn't know how to use a dictionary.

Good luck, I write her, prompting a sputtering fit of offended narcissism. Let me offer some advice, she writes, which turns out to be about not using terms nobody knows, like "get out of Dodge".

Good luck, I write her again, before we block each other.

One of the few distasteful interactions in my experience. She's lovely but she's dumb, and she feels entitled, either by her beauty or her privileged origin. That arrogance cost her, this time. There are realities which are not gossip which I would have been happy to share.