lions and gazelles

i'd met some people who are apparently members of the yatch club and then some.

they opened bottle after bottle of johnny walker and talked and laughed and talked some more. it was nice company.


but one incident made me take a step back and look harder at this bunch of people: i remarked that i was hungry and it was one in the morning - this gentleman offered to get the kitchen to whip something up. but alas, only the cleaners were about.

said gentleman casually took out a hundred dollar note and tossed it onto the counter to the cleaner, asked for a steak.

the cleaner would've taken it if there weren't any cameras fixed on the ceiling directly above them two. heh. i was bemused, but i was a little put off. what's he trying to say?

please, correct me if i read this wrong but it sure looked like a bid to impress this young seemingly wide-eyed girlie with double-zeroed notes. i've seen money before, thank you very much, having notes tossed about like that seemed like an insult. there is a very distinct difference between being a gentleman and being an educated but unschooled rich man.

i may be poor and despite my rants about being a gold-digger and rich, naive young men, i guess i'm not as "gold digger" i made myself out to be.

no, i was not impressed. flattered that such generousity be displayed to get me some food when i said i was hungry, but if that gesture was meant to prove a point i must say that the point was blunt. and i suppose i'm not quite suited to this kind of crowd.

they're a pride of lions and i am but a gazelle. different species altogether.