The Ritz d*ck.

On telling the story of an audacious old acquaintance who thought he'd wine and dine me in exchange for a wild night in the Ritz Carlton.

I always told people, “Don’t do me wrong or you’ll end up in my book one day.” And this is one of those pieces. I originally wrote it in December of 2022, partly to practice recounting memories, and partly to let off steam.

This is the story of an experience I had with a high school classmate while he was in town on business. I went in expecting to have a couple of drinks and a meal with an old friend and he had other things on his mind. This story is 98.41% true with the 1.59% being a change in or redaction of identifying details.

The title of this is a tad misleading. This was no on-going rendezvous with some rich bachelor who could afford to splurge on rooms at the Ritz every Tuesday afternoon.

No, this was a dick. Who thought he could woo me with Ritz bar drinks and finger foods then whisk me up to his room and have his way with me.

Enjoy