Most of these signups were just friends but the point is: you can see their names.
I met one girl who had just divorced a $100 millionaire 20 years older. We got some investors excited and got enough interest to raise up to $500,000 or more. And Jeff Pulver wanted me to speak at a conference about love and twitter. That’s like panties with shit on it having something to do with nudity. A few months earlier I had to be escorted to a motel by police.
I’d spend two hours a night instant-messaging, preparing messages, looking at pictures. Also, every day we’d use an algorithm to determine your ideal picks and we’d send you the twitter IDs of your “perfect matches”. Meanwhile, GM wanted me to go to Detroit to talk about Twitter. I felt like I was in the ad agency business again and I gave that up 10 years earlier. What would love having anything to do with twitter anyway.
And then people can browse your pictures and twitter feeds and determine if they like you and then send you messages through the service. Because this guy is going to be the winner.” I tried to patch it up saying, “well, twitter is a big world.” But there you go, two twitter dating sites at the same surprise birthday dinner for Tim Sykes. Which meant I was being completely ripped off somehow.
I listened to another woman cry about how I would never be able to provide her a yacht on the mediterannean (I thought it sounded too boring and I would probably get burned). You wouldn’t have to answer any big profile questions. I’M ALSO working on a dating site for twitter.” And everyone started to laugh. It was as if they all said, “you guys suck.” Or even worse, “James, you suck. I probably had eight of the nine happening to me on a regular basis.
Once a week I still had to do something on CNBC or maybe that was already over. I taught one woman how to play poker in the hallway until random drug addicts asked us to be quiet because it was too late. Something where I could make a quick 10-20 million dollars because I figured it was that easy. “Everytime I take a shit,” he said, “I put the details, size, etc on twitter. I have about 2000 people following my every shit.” I didn’t really get it. They, of course, were happy to screw up yet another project for me and charge me as much money as they possibly could while doing so. The idea was: you’d log in with your twitter account. In order to succeed in business it helps to avoid these 9 ways to fail.
I tried to spy through the windows on 22nd Street to see if I could see anyone having sex. I had read about how was made by one guy in his livingroom and now he was making one million a month. [See, 53 things I learned from Howard Lindzon] You have to try it, he said. I called up my old buddies in India, the ones who did He had over 100,000 followers so I figured he could help me get distribution.
(screenshot of twitter taken November 8, 2006) Howard Lindzon had showed me a little website, twitter.com, over two years earlier in early 2007. But another way to keep in touch with many people who I would like but who would probably never be my friends.
Why weren’t the servers going down because they were loaded with so many signups?
It was post-Stockpickr, post-my marriage ending, post-me disappearing from and the financial times, post-my worst-selling book coming out (“The Forever Portfolio”) (see the story of that one and how it relates to dating), post the 2008 financial crisis.