A Special Valentine's Day Presentation Of The World's Douchiest Narcissist

Some of you may already be familiar with the story of James Sears.  He is responsible for two very disturbing yet laughable voicemails that went viral about 4 years ago.  He calls himself “Dimitri the Lover” and he is one of the most infamous narcissist ever to be exposed via social media.  For those of you not familiar with the douchetacular Dimitiri, I’ll quickly fill you in. He is Canadian, and he is a former … wait – for – it …... wait – for – it….. PSYCHIATRIST,  who lost his license after being convicted of sexually assaulting female patients in 1994.  

The story goes:  A woman named “Olga” was out with her friends having drinks on King Street, the entertainment district of downtown Toronto. A guy approached her and wouldn’t leave her alone, telling her how cute she was and badgering her for her phone number. In an effort to get rid of the guy, Olga gave in, and handed him her business card.

The audio below is a MP3 file of not one, but two voicemails from "Dimitri" to Olga. Instead of returning his calls, Olga promptly called a local radio station and got them to broadcast the telephone messages on their morning show. The rest is history.

Listen and cringe to the most glaring example of narcissistic injury, delusions, hostility, projection and gaslighting to ever disgrace the airwaves.  Let the romance begin.....

Are your ears bleeding? Do you need to take a shower to wash away the slime that oozed from the "elegant" wordsmith known as Dimitri? I swear this guy speaks in sperm. And If these aggressive voicemails weren't enough to make you throw-up a little in your mouth, then here’s a little more background on this predator courtesy Jezebel.com.

“Dimitri a.k.a. James Sears.  And yeah, if all the "there's nothing wrong with me" talk on his voicemail wasn't a red enough flag for you, maybe the 1986 concern of the military psychiatrist who evaluated him during his enlistment in the Canadian Army that there was "something seriously wrong" with him is? But don't take it from those shrinks; his psychiatric evaluation when he went to med school states that he got drunk and high on call, made "numerous random and obsessive telephone calls" to women during which he would (only sometimes) jerk off, and was generally immature and narcissistic - but not enough to deny him a medical license.

Maybe they didn't know about the mace, stun gun and EMPTY HAND GRENADE CANISTERS cops reported finding in his room after he tried to enter a female officer's dorm? Anyway, he failed to "grow up" much, spending his residency masturbating six or seven times a day at work and garnering complaints from female patients, one of whom finally pressed sexual assault charges, to which he pled guilty and got out of practicing medicine so he could work as a “medical investigator” offering a second opinion on... SEXUAL HARRASSMENT SUITS.” 

Oh how the medical profession watches out for the public. They think nothing of bestowing licenses on one dangerous head case after the other.  And yes, Dimitri the Creepy is for real, and alive and well and living in Toronto. Despite public ridicule; this shameless, deluded, fame-whoring narc loved the attention and notoriety the voicemails brought him and he annointed himself a “Seduction Guru” and renowned “Pick-up Artist.” He spreads his knowledge on the art of being crass, vile and predatory via his website, seminars and twitter feed.

Below is the entire transcript of Dimitri’s voicemails for your mockery and analysis.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

May all your dreams of exposing bat-shit-crazy narcissists come true. 

Message 1:

Hey Olga, it's Dimitri.

Sorry I had to leave such a rushed message with you when we met the other day. I just wanted to quickly give you my phone number, and needed to get the heck out of the area. In any event, I thought I had better leave you a more detailed message and explain why I approached you. I am single. I have no trouble meeting women; I mean, women approach me six or seven times a day. But I'm extremely particular about what I like. You're an extremely elegant woman. I couldn't take my eyes off you, and your friends were very jealous — even if they say they weren't, they were envious of the fact that I approached you, and I was very taken by you. Elegant women are very rare. I'm Greek and I'm extremely particular about what I like. So I'm giving you an opportunity here. I don't know if you picked up the message on the weekend but I'm working on a movie script so I'll be doing that all weekend…

This looks like a land line, and if it is you may not get the message till Monday. But when you do, call me and we'll get together for coffee or drinks, and let the romance begin. You looked very taken aback by my approach, and I hope that wasn't timidness, I hope it was just shock at being approached so directly. Because I don't really date timid women, because I'm a very direct, very passionate, very assertive man, and I want a woman who is very independent and strong. So… we'll talk about that, but I just wanted to formally introduce myself. I leave the ball in your court. You call me as soon as you have the courage to. Okay, Olga? Talk to you soon, bye.

Message 2:

Hi there, Olga it's Dimitri calling again, the guy from the street.

I left you a message several days ago you said you were interested. Now, here's the way I work. I don't like leaving second messages but I like you, you're a very elegant woman, you're very attractive, but, you know, I don't play that game. I know your friends tell you not to return calls; you're playing games like you see in stupid TV shows. So here's how it's gonna work. It is now 4:30 on Wednesday. Now I'll assume, I'll assume that you've already left work, because, you know, some people leave work early, so I'll grant you that. But if I don't receive a phone call back from you by 3 o'clock Thursday afternoon I'm no longer interested and I'm going to erase your number. I don't play games like that. I'm completely single, I'm very intelligent, I'm great in bed, I make great money. Believe it or not, I'm a complete catch. I've only been single four months; I had a long distance relationship for about a year, it's very tough to maintain it like that; there's nothing wrong with me. As a matter of fact I'm one of the few men in the city that has nothing wrong with him. So I'm giving you the three o'clock deadline. If I don't hear from you by then, you lose my number - I'm erasing your number right now, so you won't be hearing back from me.

So that's it: three o'clock tomorrow, or you can just completely forget it.

Now I understand if you've got other issues, maybe you're not playing games, I don't know… maybe you were abused in childhood?…Maybe your mother has cancer, and you're going to chemo…maybe you're just a person who's extremely frightened or has an anxiety disorder, maybe you're on some medication for that…I don't know, there could be another issue that I'm not aware of. But nobody says "Call me," hands a person a business card and then doesn't return calls. It's extremely passive aggressive. You should actually look that up, passive-aggressive personality disorder. You let me know, if you've got issues, psychological issues, if you're on any sort of medication for anxiety or depression, I'm not interested. But if you're psychologically normal, and you haven't called me because there's been some horrible thing that's happened in your life that's prevented you from returning my calls, that's fine. But otherwise? Don't call me. Okay, bye.