Last weekend, I met up with a sociable guy friend of mine, James, who usually knows the best bar and party scenes. I had a few friends in town and we had been drinking and talking at my apartment for awhile, so we were several hours late to the bar. When we finally made our way out, I received a text from James that read, "My friends are way too drunk to be at this bar. Just to warn you."
I didn't think much of it and wrote something stupid back like, "We're drunk toooooo la la la"
But I was sincerely not prepared. I should perhaps mention that my two friends who were visiting were male, and that upon entering the bar we learned that James' two friends were also male, making me the only female in the group. I gave James a hug, and then said hi to his two friends.
One of them stood up and grabbed me, pulling me across the table, and he had a hand on the back of my hair, "Hey, I'm Nick, who are you?"
His breath wreaked of whiskey and I was immediately turned off by his drunkenness (which says a fair amount considering I myself had had a few drinks).
We moved to a different table, and Nick sat next to me in the booth. The entire night he proceeded to grab me, pull me close, and loudly and obnoxiously say, "I make over 150k a year." All he talked about was his successful business, his great apartment, his luxuries, etc. I knew he wasn't making it up because James verified all of this, but the things he was saying were so self-gloating and obnoxious that it was hard to believe.
The rest of the guys kept telling Nick to watch it or to be careful when he would get too close to me, but everyone was uncomfortable, and he wouldn't stop. James told me they were going to leave soon and he was going to get them out of there, so I kept trying to suck it up and just engage in other conversations until Nick left. I kept assuming the guys were going to get him out in a minute. But they couldn't seem to force him to leave.
Finally, after about half an hour of talking at me, he said, "So what is it you do?"
I started to tell him, when he actually had the gall to put his hand over my mouth and said, "I'm just going to cut you off right there and be honest. I really want to sleep with you. So are you going to come back with me or not?"
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Come on," he said. "I have a really nice place. I told you how much I make. I'll get us a limo back." And he pulled out his phone to call his driver.
I stood up and switched seats and we left the bar shortly afterwards. Nick seemed genuinely shocked that I didn't want him.
My friends said, "Is everyone in New York such a raging asshole?"
I reassured them it was not true. But we were all seriously disturbed that someone would assume that simply because they have money, they are entitled to get whatever they want.
A lot of men I know always complain about how women are attracted to rich guys, but I want to reiterate that girls much prefer someone who is a tolerable human being. If you're a jerk, you're a jerk, and no amount of money is going to change that.
Have you ever been persuaded to date or do something sexually based on a person's bank account? How much does money turn you on? Have you witnessed money clearly overriding someone's personality to get them what they want?