Kobe: Hey, DSK. Congrats. All charges dropped. Nice work. I have to tell you I thought they had you nailed.
DSK: So did everyone else.
Kobe: You must be angry as all hell. Are you going to sue the prosecutors?
DSK: No, no, of course not. Did they act too quickly? No doubt. Should they have fully interviewed Ms. Diallo before parading me out for the cameras and sending me to Rikers without bond? Indeed. But this was my fault my friend, I am to blame.
Kobe: Come on now Dominque, don’t be so hard on yourself. You were set up. This maid and her drug dealing friends were out to take you for a ride.
DSK. Not exactly. It all started with my stupidity and arrogance.
Kobe: Now you are starting to sound like an NBA superstar.
DSK: No really, I’ve had a lot, I mean a LOT, of time to think this all through. Days and days of house arrest – with only my wife staring daggers at me. You have some time to reflect. I may be a world class banker – I invented the Euro you know – but when it comes to women, I’m worse than a sixteen year old boy.
Kobe: Whoa… where’s this coming from? This isn’t the same DSK I partied with in Cap Ferrat last summer. You were quite the charmer, as you went from one bikini-clad guest to another. What was it you were whispering in their ears? They sure did blush.
DSK: That’s my problem. I think every woman who meets me is completely charmed and would do anything to satisfy me.
Kobe: Okay. Sure. I know you invented the Euro and all, but did they not have mirrors in that $50,000/month apartment you rented?
DSK: Yes, Kobe, I am fat and gray and could likely not get down the court one time just in case you missed a fast break layup, but I deluded myself into believing women wanted me. All women, all the time.
Kobe: I hear you. My own arrest in Colorado for a similar offense all started with the same arrogance.
DSK: So I am heading back to France. Hopefully, this experience will change me for the better. I was lucky this time, really lucky. Next time… well I hope there is no next time.
Kobe: Okay. You may see me in Paris. With the NBA locking us out, I may be heading to Europe for a season or two. And yes, I’ll remember what you said.