This doesn't happen that often. I don't hang in the circles of the rich and famous in Charlotte. So when I got a last-minute invitation to spend the evening in a luxury suite at Bank of America Stadium watching the Panthers play the Patriots -- complete with free food and open bar -- I accepted.
Our box overlooks the end-zone. We got clobbered: 24-7. But few of us were paying attention to the game anyway. My friend was trying to set me up with the guy who owns the company who has the suite. Sorry....NOT interested. Yeah, he's loaded. VERY loaded. He owns something like 30 hotels and is literally worth millions. But, apparently, unlike many women in Charlotte who frequent luxury boxes at Panthers games, money just doesn't turn me on enough to overlook the fact that I find him rather....ahem....troll-ish. Nice guy. Fun as the day is long. Interesting to talk to. But a shag-mate? Um, sorry. :-(
It's too bad, really. It would be really nice to be taken to nice restaurants, expensive plays, and see how the other half lives.
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