Ramit Sethi and a guest recount an escalating obsession with financial commentator Suze Orman, including calling her dozens of times and reading obsessively about her life. The story builds toward a turning point that changes everything.
I still remember the first time I saw her. Susie Orman. The blonde bombshell that brought a ray of light into this dark, empty soul of mine. Before Susie, I woke up every morning lost, searching for purpose. But once I saw her, I knew I had to make her my wife. I called her 26 times that first day, but I couldn't get through. So while I waited for her next show, I read everything there was to find about her.
It's poetry. It's poetry.
My obsession with Susie was starting to spin out of control. I called her 138 times in one day.
Hey Susie, it's Ramit again. Your assistant asked me not to call anymore, but I thought I'd want to hear from you first. So give me a call back. Hey Susie, I just read in the New York Times that you also have a house in San Francisco. So I figured maybe we could get together for dinner tonight. Let me know what you're up to. Hey, Susie. Susan Ramit. Just thinking about you. Call me back. Susie, you know damn well who this is. Call me. I'm sorry. Just call me back. I'll be here by the phone.
Until one day.
Hello? Remy? Yeah, this is remy. It's susie. It.
