… and it’s exactly what a typical semi-famous male MMA fighter would post if they, too, had a noteworthy female fan who was interested in their life story, interested in them as a person, and resourceful enough to actually write and publish a book about them.
Not!!!
Here’s the Tweet:
“Its not about me. Just someone who can’t do anything better with themselves and has some stupid crush on me. crazy & weird actually. RT @ed90813 @RogerHuerta whats up with this book I hear is being written about you?”
(If you’re unfamiliar with how Twitter works, “RT” means “retweet.” Roger was replying to ed90812′s question about the book.)
His response strikes me as strangely narcissistic. (I’m an expert on narcissism because I AM a narcissist myself.)
Does he really think I can’t do anything better with myself? Does he not know I’m also interested in organic food, integrative health, copywriting, business, other MMA fighters (including one of many who recently beat Roger), and a multitude of other fascinating topics?
Does he think I’m ONLY interested in him?
Yeah, that’s it, Mr. Huerta. Excuse me while I roll my eyes.
And for the record: I cannot WAIT to be finished with this fucking book. Unfortunately for me, as I said on Twitter, I have a feeling it’s going to be huge… so I’ll be hearing his name for a long time to come.
I didn’t choose to write this book. I didn’t choose to be interested in Roger Huerta. This “stupid crush” came to me out of no where. I even tried to squash it months before I met him in person, because I was annoyed by it. That didn’t work.
It was as if God himself, or the universe insisted I go in this direction. Things just kept magically happening, making it really easy for Roger to suddenly be in my life despite his hardcore policy of letting nobody into his circle.
In case you haven’t noticed, Roger is very guarded. One can only imagine it’s because he’s been hurt.
Which is why my meeting him makes no sense.
Oscar Enriquez (promoter of UWF) just coincidentally HAD to hear from Roger in summer 2011 after months of silence on Roger’s part… and he just magically HAD to convince Roger to do an MMA seminar in his hometown of Pharr, TX. Roger was very resistant to the thought of returning to Pharr, where he’d lived and suffered as a child. But he did it for Oscar.
After 3 months of ignoring all-things-Roger, I coincidentally HAD to see the very specific Tweet Roger posted in June about his MMA seminar, to take place July 2011 in Pharr. (At the time, I was actually supposed to be traveling to Wichita Falls, TX, to meet my brother, but it got cancelled.)
It was unheard of for Roger to announce in advance where he was going to be at a particular date and time in the future… unless it was for a fight.
And yet, here was this tweet out of nowhere saying come to this rare seminar being hosted by Roger Huerta…
Of course, I registered, booked a flight, and flew to Pharr 3 weeks later, knowing precisely dick about MMA. I signed up for his seminar because it was literally the only way “in.”
Oscar was there… he seemed to like me, and later invited me to hang out with Roger and his friends… and from there, wow.
There’s a word for all of the above, and it’s synchronicity.
It’s like it all had to happen.
Look. I don’t want Roger. He’s too short for me. There was no physical chemistry between us. I could never bang someone who doesn’t ever read books (me being a writer and all). Besides, sexing him up was never my original intention.
The truth is, I’m more attracted to his adversary. I think all of this craziness had to happen in order for me to get close to War Machine.
Don’t get me wrong – WM is HOT, smart, transparent, funny, taller than me, recently separated, broke, sentenced to JAIL for a year, and a walking symbol of the good boy/bad boy duality that has intrigued me all my life. (Perfect marriage candidate, huh? LOL!)
But WM and I don’t connect on an emotional level… so I can tell you right now, I wouldn’t bang him either. He’d have to rape me, and it’d be a hot rape scene… but that’s not the point.
Bangin’ is not the point, people. Emotional connection is the point.
And for a minute there in downtown McAllen, Roger really was opening up to me. We just got interrupted several times by all the fans wanting a picture, and by his drunk friends wanting him to ditch me and go into some bars and strip clubs. (I remember seeing the nervous look on their faces.)
It totally wasn’t my scene, but I was there, making a genuine effort to show I was interested in Roger as a person.
My gift, besides writing, trolling, researching, Googling, and stirring up trouble, is that I can see what a person truly is underneath all the layers and masks.
It looked to me like Roger was tired of celebrity life, tired of the fakeness of people, and craving something real and meaningful.
But who knows, maybe I was wrong. Maybe he enjoys all that shallow bullshit.
It’s a pity that he reduces my book to something “crazy & weird” without knowing anything about me, or the book. But I forgive him – because I know he’ll change his mind after he reads it.