Millions Shmillions

Why do people with loads of cash always think that they can treat people however they want and they will automatically worship them? I can see how that would be blinding to some people but not this girl, folks. NOT THIS GIRL! Let me explain this one evening I had.

A couple weeks ago at work, some of the big dogs there said that they were going to take me out for drinks with them. I had heard their happy hour/dinner stories before and they always intrigued me since most of the time they were out with random celebs and the most ridiculous things would go down. Needless to say, I was interested to see where this night was going to take me.

I'm walking out with 2 of the guys and I ask how we're getting to the restaurant and all they say to me is "Just get in the grey Mercedes." Okay, I can do that, no problem. We get to the restaurant (which was like 4 blocks away, FYI - total walking distance, but I forgot that rich people don't walk or drive themselves anywhere), and it's just me and a bunch of 40-50yr old dudes. Yea, I know what you're all thinking...and no, they weren't creepy, they were very nice. Then I realize who I'm with:

- Big Dog #1 - Invested 30k in his cousin's company way back in the day and is now worth 125 million. His cousin is Bill Gates.

- Big Dog #2 - Worked his butt off all his life and is worth 75 million. Owns a casino and a couple of houses...one in the Hampton's that is fully staffed. He was also the one with the personal driver.

- Former NHL Hockey player and his wife. Was worth 300 mil, now owes 200 mil. His wife frequently fools around with other ladies and went on to make out and attempt a 3-way with her husband and another lawyer. That didn't happen only because they are the doing business together and it would be inappropriate.

- Hockey players friends: 3 douchers. One with a bad suit that was too big on him, another who had man boobs and just an all around bad outfit with super gel stiff hair (think Jersey trash but not in shape - he totally needed the manziere) and another who just kinda sat there. All 3 douchers were in their 20's and apparently all make millions.

The big dogs thought Man-boobs and I would be great together because he was 27 and rich. I usually don't like younger men, but I had a few glasses of wine so it sounded fine to me. We sit down to dinner and this dude is a piece of WORK!

He started asking me the standard questions like "what do you do in the city" and I started telling him and he just looked at me and was like "You know, I'm only asking you because he said I had to be nice." I, being a little thrown off, say "Oh...so you don't really care what I do in the city then?" He says "I just think our conversation could be a little more exciting." Umm, what? You're the one asking the questions bucko. Hockey guy hears this and is yelling at him to be nice to me. I tell him that I'd rather him be himself instead of this fake "nice" guy.

Boy, was that a mistake. After awhile he was starting to get all flirty and then asked what I was doing over the weekend. Apparently, I was talking too much and my answer was not "exciting" enough for him because he totally cut me off and goes "What are ya, writing a book??" After that, I totally turned my back to him and started talking to the other guys. He tried talking to me the entire night after that and all he could do was tell me about his money and how his grandfather was the pioneer of late night television. That's great, Man-boobs, but did you forget how your personality totally sucked and how you dress like a 2yr old? Cause I didn't. What exactly is he doing with his millions anyway? I know he's not hiring a trainer or a stylist...

My question was answered within minutes of him realizing that he wasn't getting laid. Once he got the point, within minutes, the owner brings over 2 prostitutes for these young boys. They left after about an hour and went to the gentleman's club. After awhile the rest of the men left to go to the same club. I was invited but turned it down like a lady, dammit(but that's only because I was just at the same strip joint a few days earlier...whole other story)!

My point is...I don't get why these rich guys think they can talk to someone like that and think they will be fine with it. Once the prostitutes came in, I obviously understood why. Maybe I looked like a hooker that night or something, I don't know.