You may recall back in February, I posted information about a contest involving singer/songwriter Sean Garrett. I told you that he would select a few of you to spend the day inside his studio so you can watch him craft hits.
Garrett wasn’t asked for money or for gifts. He was simply asked to give of his time, which he agreed to do — as long as he received face time on my blog in return.
Sean and I discussed this contest at length over a period of 4 weeks. We even discussed it in person over lunch. And when the deadline passed without a word from him, I emailed Garrett to remind him. But Sean conveniently ignored my emails.
In the meantime, he emailed me promotional videos and shots of himself shirtless or with a LSLH chick on the set of of his music videos, which I posted.
But I politely declined to post more promo photos of him in July, and I again reminded him of his commitment. I never heard back from him until last night when I told his publicist via email that I was done supporting Garrett.
She had emailed me to invite me to his “mixtape” party at the Gold Room where he planned to give away 2 Louis Vuitton bags.
When I told her (in so many words) that Sean could kick rocks, Garrett quickly responded with this email blurb:
Please Call me Sandra u know I love me some Sandra
I just got really really overwelmed and I need to make this up to u.Please call me asap
Does his pathetic pleading remind you of anyone?
Sean Garrett is an example of a self-absorbed, self-centered narcissist who thinks the world revolves around him. Like most celebrity narcissists, he doesn’t feel the need to honor commitments or to apologize for bad behavior unless it’s absolutely necessary for them to keep their narcissistic supply flowing.
Well, his 15 minutes are over as far as I’m concerned.
