Intrepid Medley
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Intrepid Medley
@IntrepidMedley
Writing | Food & Wine | Social Justice | Yarn | Politics | Cats | In other words, a generalist’s take.

BREAKING: A deal is in place between the minor league players in the MLBPA and Major League Baseball on the historic first collective-bargaining agreement for minor leaguers, union officials tell ESPN. Deal is five years and includes at least 2x pay at all levels of the minors.

The Scene: Night Club 1996 9:00pm: I walk into The Club with your BFF's. I'm dressed and ready for buznass. I'm wearing 3" heels and a dress TWO sizes toooo small, hoping I can pull it off. 9:30pm: Meet stunningly good-looking individual named Dex. 10:00pm: Dex buys me a tea, ….from Long Island. I chug it in hast to get over being self-conscious about my sausage suit. 10:15pm: I wonder if Dex name really is Dex??? All I can think of is a big yellow book full of phone numbers. 10:30pm: Dex asks me to dance, to which I say, “no thanks, Yellow Pages”…out loud. 10:31pm: Dex laughs in a creepy, funny way as he grabs my hand, and we are on the dance floor. 10:45pm: I decide to bring my drink, which is always a good idea. 10:48pm: I start to get into the beat when out of nowhere, the ROCK of a bouncer bumps into me, and my drink goes flying face-first into Dex. 10:21: Screaming inside brain, “HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT.” 10:22: Dex laughs, and we keep dancing until the wee hours. 12:23: Dex asked me for my phone number and tells me he'd like to see me again. I'm super excited and start to plan my outfits for our first date. But days go by, and no phone call. I start to make excuses for him. Oh…maybe he got busy, or something came up—a family emergency. But still no call weeks later. He GHOSTED ME! Bastard!!! Now I'm angry. Ya...Ya...What's the point...Barbara? I'm getting there...Nelly...hold your horses. If you're a business owner, this tweet is for you. When you ask for someone's email address on your website or landing page and… —don’t deliver your lead magnet. —don’t send them a welcome email. —don’t “send updates” We feel ghosted. Communicate with us, I’m begging you. Otherwise, sorry, not sorry, we'll forget ALL about you. This might sound obvious, but too often, brilliant business owners (that's you) collect emails but never do anything with them. Or you get busy, and your email marketing is thrown across the dance floor like a flying Long Island Iced Tea. Seriously, stop “Dexing around” with your email list (yes, kids, you heard it here first). Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this, 2 request: 1.Drop me a follow @foreplaycopy for more ideas, tips, and hacks on email marketing, psychology, writing, storytelling, and business. 2.Share this tweet so others can enjoy it.






