I want to take this guy and throw him into a lounge full of wannabe IG influencers that force him to take 69k photos of them drinking an Aperol Spritz. If he tries to leave, I'll come in and whip him with booster cables. Then once I'm satisfied watching him lose every ounce of sanity he has left, I'd like to force him to skinny dip in the LA river until he drowns.
It's funny how you can tell the exact person he is too from his email. He's that idiot kid from school who's a winey, loud over confident brat who everyone hates but his ego is so big he never realises and never shuts tf up and carries on being a dick in everyone's face.
I'd just ask him who the hell Gretsky is. When he doesn't sever ties with you for not knowing who Gretsky is, call him a liar and say you're uncomfortable working with someone who doesn't keep their word.
"Call me The Shepherd, Charlie. In between running half marathons, tending to my flock, and traveling to Ethiopia, I like to make sports analogies, Charlie. Charlie, I'm like the Mia Hamm of cold emails. Don't know who that is, Charlie? Then you must still be wet behind the fucking ears, Mr. The Wolf."
I think I can explain. This guy went to school to be a copywriter but everyone found him so insufferable that he had to work in a different field. Now he types up insane emails like this and thinks it's charming.
That's rough. But then to pretend that no one else knows Gretzky? I'm nearly 30, bitch. Post on your awful TikTok about how "no one" knows who Gretzky or the Gorillaz are anymore...
I'm not sure what's worse - that he asked me to call him The Wolf, that he can't go one conversation without mentioning the Ironman, or that he thinks that he's a good writer.
Imagine having having so little self awareness that you write THAT email and include lines accusing prospects who ignore you of being overconfident or having too much ego.
Also, when I read it I picture overconfident, "healthy" Morty.
I'd actually accept a MTG with him so I could give him shit about this email. Like get 15 people you know on the call, pump them up as big execs then absolutely roast him on the call with questions he could nevwr see coming. I mean we all got to hustle but it's this shit that tarnishes sales in general.
Who’s this stranger saying he’s got my back. Do I know
him?
No, you don’t, but wait, I’m just about to introduce
myself in a sec.
I’m the guy they go see when there’s not enough sales
meetings in their calendars. Call me The Wolf. My real name is Charles though,
and I’m CEO and Account Exec (Closer)@TopLeads.
I’m here to be your friend, so let’s drop your guard
here. I’m here to fill these empty slots in your calendar with quality humans
interested in buying your stuff, *****.
Now all of this is beautiful until it’s not, *****. Most
of my emails don’t get past the “important” filter in your mind. I mean you
might have sufficient meets in your cal right now, *****. Heck, you might even
be overwhelmed and have wayyyy too much friggin work. Yet, for how long, *****?
If there’s one thing I’ve learned doing Ironmans and
Temazcals (Mexican sauna), it’s that every-time I’m too confident, I fall on my
face. Yeah, I’m talking about that ego all of us Sales Peeps have. It’s good
until it’s too good, and then it’s not.
These dry periods are rough as hell. It’s the worst
feeling in the world, IMO, as an AM. Let’s not wait til it happens, let’s
invest and plant seed before it’s too late.
We’re still in the “good times” *****, and if you
slightly identified yourself in one of these oh-so-convincing lines up there,
then I believe it’d be in both of our best interests to book a meet.
You have that calendar link, I know it, I mean that’s
what you do daily. I want you to reserve me a time there, in a week or two.
I’m patient, I’m a pretty nice guy too, and I wanna work
with you. I wanna be your wingman. You’ll be Gretzky. I’ll pass it to you. You
can score. If you don’t know who Gretzky is we can’t work together though. He’s
a hockey legend and canadian or not *****, I expect your
all-of-famers-knowledge-game to be on point.
After all, aren’t we Top Athletes ourselves, in the game
of sales?