It’s a good read and a quick read (took me less than two hours to finish).
This sounds like it is about Corey Lewandowski:
About a week after my July Trump interview, I went for a drink with a senior staffer. What did he think of Trump’s chances of making it to the convention? I asked. “One in ten,” he said. I told him about the unlikely way I got my assignment. He told me about his family back home. And with that I was ready to get on with my night. I looked at my watch. I had dinner with a friend.
I need to get out of here.
At the door of the restaurant, he had a question for me.
“Where can I go to meet thirty-something single women?”
“You have a wife and kids.”
“So what?”
I laughed the way you laugh when your friend’s grandparent makes a racist joke.
“I don’t know. I’ll see you later.”
I tried to forget the exchange. Nothing I hadn’t heard before. Also: men.
I don’t know what the staffer thought after that. He was nice for a little while. He’d text back quickly, trying to answer my questions. But he wasn’t entirely professional. He’d call at late hours, say disparaging things about women I worked with, comment on people’s looks, claim well-respected female reporters were “fucking” this guy or that one. He’d tell me that he could prove it because he’d seen “text messages.”
When the campaign sent water bottles and Trump towels to “sweaty Marco” Rubio, I texted the staffer to confirm it. His response: “You need some? I’m sure you get all sweaty sometimes too.”
At a campaign stop in Waterloo, Iowa, he bragged to Anthony and me about all the women who would want to sleep with him when he became Trump’s White House chief of staff. (So much for Trump’s chances being “one in ten.”)
