Last night, tonight, and tomorrow night, I am staying in this $1400/night suite in Tampa, because ya' know, wealthy:
I originally was only here for two nights, but I went down and extended it to a third night. I was later told there was a problem, because the UCF football team is also staying here for their bowl game against Georgia Tech tomorrow. I was told that their "head coach" (Gus Malzahn) had requested this particular suite, and his "assistant" complained that he wasn't given it. Sorry, Gus. Guess you should have won more games on The Plains.
Why am I here, besides ya' know, rich? Remember the former Marshall women's soccer player who, when I lived in Florida, I met up with a few times? She had the Ferrari, the Porsche, and the Range? Well, she still looks great and lives in a different place in Florida now (a $2.5MM condo on the water). She's been wanting to see if anything is there again, and of course, there is always something when a girl meets me.
So last night, she comes over to my suite and picks me up in her G-Wagon. With me walking out with $40k of diamond bracelets on, her as a smokeshow dressed like Tampa isn't used to, and us getting into the G-Wagon in valet, the crowded hotel lobby couldn't help but stare and wonder who I was. Then, when we pulled up to the valet to eat at the new restaurant at Edition, the same thing transpired with all of the valet guys and the people walking in downtown Tampa. I always keep my head down so people don't make eye contact and want to talk, because it's something that happens too much.
Tonight, she wanted me to go with four other couples to a "private social club" to celebrate the engagement of one of the couples. The social club has a dress code: no jeans, no shirts (not sure what that means, but that is what she texted), and no sneakers. No thanks.
She was upset I wouldn't come, as I told her that I don't like going out, and I definitely don't like going out to a place that has a dress code. I am anti-social, and she is the world's biggest social butterfly.
So I went to an upscale sportsbar on the water. Want to know what problem I have? When I eat by myself, I try not to sit at the bar. But I did this time. Why do I try avoiding that? Because what happened tonight is a regular situation. Woman sees me there solo, wants to come over and talk. I just want to eat my food and read my phones. Besides the suite, they give me access to the executive lounge with all of the free food. But I think they also give me $50 day for food credit. I think I am going to order dessert via room service and sit on the couch naked when they wheel the cart in. I want to see how much I can get away with before the hotel dares to say something to a person of my stature.
