re: "What does the charming Mr. Wexler look like?"
We first had dinner one night during the last week of August, 1999. I had expected an older (mid-50ish), smallish, accountant-looking type. Probably thinly undernournished given the amount of time doing company research, hours spent poring over financial statements, and years of constructing witty prose casting pearls before swi... ah, misguided internet stock touts.
His own assessment of himself as 'just another individual investor' is quite accurate. His uniquity is in his averageness. About average height, average build, average brown hair, wearing average shorts and t-shirt on an average summer afternoon on the Embarcadero, by the Bay. He's remarkably younger than I expected, which is simply to say he's about average age, too. His average complexion suggests an average descent. Roughly guessing, I'd say just another standard Germanic-Hungarian Canadian Swiss Puerto Rican with a bit of Turkish on his father's side — an average mix, generally speaking.
He did not appear to have lost his ass, although I didn't study it closely. I think our waitress did though, as she would occasionally give him a fetchingly lustful glance. I'm not certain, however, that she obsesses over him at 4 in the morning with years-old message board posts about short calls that inevitably turned out to be correct. But, I could be wrong.
"Tell me, since you're one of the few that has seen the legend in his own mind, just how does he look after losing his @ss?" |
