She tried to explain network marketing to me, which I confused with viral marketing.
She persuaded me to go to that big house in Warwickshire, picked me up from house, refused offers of petrol money, etc. it was about an hour and a half to get there.
Impressive looking house.
As soon as I got there I knew that there was something very wrong. LOADS of people raving about how fabulous everything was. Speeches from pp like Cooper. Loads of whooping. I was mortified. I was looking at the lady who took me and she was a whooping too. Loads of literature to take home.
I felt (hope this doesn't't sound too stupid) very unsafe. I was a long way from home, didn't know where I was and had no transport. Not in physical danger but desperate to get away. Also desperate not to draw attention to myself. The woman who took me was greeted by everyone as long lost family.
She dropped me home. She rang me a few times. She had lent me a book about network marketing which I couldn't find, which caused me stress at the time because I desperately wanted her off my back.
I sent her £20 in the post with a polite but firm letter telling her that I was not interested.
I wanted to write this to convey the febrile nature of these events. Completely unnerving and I suppose I had a sort of panic attack.
And that was not an O2 event, only what they call a Jonathan day.
I am so embarrassed by the whole thing that I have never told anyone about this.
Which might be a normal reaction.
(Cringe)
The End.