My Night with a Multi-millionaire
So the other night I went out with a multi-millionaire. It wasn't just me, he took a bunch of us from work out. He arrived to pick us up in a Cadillac Expedition limo, gave us each an orchid, gave us champagne to drink, took us out to a restaurant that didn't take reservations (of course, he had one, for the table with the best view of the ocean), told us to eat up, took us out to a casino, gave us each $100, gave me lots of what he won that night, and dropped us all off at our doors. He is planning another night out for us next month, for the girls who couldn't make it this time (who had to work) plus me again. He likes me. He thinks I have a 'healthy' appetite (I ate a lot).
Since that night he has given me a lottery ticket that was worth over $400 plus over $100 in cash. I tell him he doesn't have to (in fact, I am a little embarrased about it), but he keeps giving me money. I have around $1000 in my wallet right now all from him. To the bank I go to pay down some debts, but I will stop and buy my dog something nice, as he told me too and as she deserves.
He likes to take my hand and he tells me I'm trustworthy because I am cute. This also makes me feel weird and I tell him cuteness is not a reliable means of determining trustworthiness (although I am trustworthy, but I am not after his money). It is also hard to talk to him, I think he is always slightly inebriated, so he repeats the same things over and over again. I am sure, from some of the things he says, he should have some interesting things to say, when he can stop repeating the same thing over and over again.
He means well.
A lot of people here at work just hang off him, trying to get money, not just staff but customers as well. He hands out $100 sometimes, and not others. It drives the bar manager crazy, because her staff just hangs off him and ignores everyone else. Customers too.
I feel oddly about the money he gave me. I am going to give 10% to charities, like I normally do with my pay cheques when I am making enough to sustain myself.
Since that night he has given me a lottery ticket that was worth over $400 plus over $100 in cash. I tell him he doesn't have to (in fact, I am a little embarrased about it), but he keeps giving me money. I have around $1000 in my wallet right now all from him. To the bank I go to pay down some debts, but I will stop and buy my dog something nice, as he told me too and as she deserves.
He likes to take my hand and he tells me I'm trustworthy because I am cute. This also makes me feel weird and I tell him cuteness is not a reliable means of determining trustworthiness (although I am trustworthy, but I am not after his money). It is also hard to talk to him, I think he is always slightly inebriated, so he repeats the same things over and over again. I am sure, from some of the things he says, he should have some interesting things to say, when he can stop repeating the same thing over and over again.
He means well.
A lot of people here at work just hang off him, trying to get money, not just staff but customers as well. He hands out $100 sometimes, and not others. It drives the bar manager crazy, because her staff just hangs off him and ignores everyone else. Customers too.
I feel oddly about the money he gave me. I am going to give 10% to charities, like I normally do with my pay cheques when I am making enough to sustain myself.
posted by Muss at 4:34 pm
4 Comments:
Holy crap!! I'm in the wrong job.
Which one are you in and which one would you like to be in?
Well, I'm a dull administrator in a dreary backwater office in London. What I'd really like to do is hands-on bikini design.
Well, I'm a dull administrator in a dreary place too!!! Oh the fun and commonality!
I too crave the life of hands on bikini design ... okay, not so much, as the girls that they get to pose for pictures in bikinis usually scare me.
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