Girl Humiliates Poor Guy at the Bar, He Gets the Sweetest Revenge – Story from Subscriber
A beautiful girl turns down a man because she believes he's poor, but he ends up teaching her a lesson in values.
Gina Halloway knew she was the prettiest girl in the city. She glanced at herself in the mirror over the bar and smiled in satisfaction. Her slick honey-blond hair framed a perfect face, the setting for huge emerald green eyes.
Gina had been told she was a beauty as far back as she could remember, that she could be a model or a movie star. Gina didn't want to work that hard; she was aim9ing to get rich the old-fashioned way. She was going to marry a millionaire...
So Gina had started taking golf lessons and started hanging at the bar of the local golf course because that was where the rich guys hung out. Gina had had enough of wasting her time with losers!
That evening, Gina walked in and sat down, ordered an Old Fashioned, and surreptitiously looked around for any possible candidates. Most of the men were old, too old, Gina thought. But a pair in the corner looked promising!
The two were relatively young, in their thirties, and not bad-looking. One was incongruously dressed in a beautiful smoke-grey suit, and crisp white shirt opened at the throat that screamed money.
The other, the better-looking one, wore shabby golf gear and a ratty baseball cap perched on the back of his head. Gina noticed the two men eyeing her, obviously discussing her.
She straightened her back and took a lady-like sip of her Old Fashioned, turning slightly on her barstool so they could see her long, tanned legs. The man in the suit was grinning and whispering to his friend.
Gina smiled to herself. She was sure that within minutes he'd be over... She was right. She heard a quiet voice say: "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
Gina swiveled around and found herself face to face with the man in tatty clothes. Her smile froze. "Thank you," she replied in her iciest voice.
The man was gazing at her in awed admiration. "Look, I'll be honest with you, I'm no good at small talk or flirting. I want to get to know you."
Gina took a gulp of her drink. "Yes, I'm sure you do..."
The man smiled. He had a lovely smile, Gina noticed; pity he was so poor... "Does that mean you'll have dinner with me?"
"Look," Gina said, "Look at me. Do I look like the kind of girl who goes out with guys like you?"
The man blushed, and Gina continued: "I'm a winner, honey, and I deserve to be with a winner -- and you..." She tapped a long-nailed finger on the man's chest, "Don't look like a winner to me!"
The man muttered an apology, turned his back, and headed for the restroom. The man in the suit, who'd been watching, walked over to Gina. "Do you know who you just turned down?" he asked.
Gina shrugged one shoulder. "A loser?"
"That's David Burke. He owns half of the state, including this country club."
Gina was astounded. "But...He looked..."
"David is my friend; he's the kindest, nicest, humblest man I know. You made a big mistake, little Miss Gold Digger!" the man walked out of the bar, leaving Gina speechless.
She'd blown it! She could have had one of the richest men in the country eating out of her hand... Gina took another sip of her drink and noticed that David Burke had returned to his table and checked his messages.
Gina took a deep breath. Nothing ventured, nothing gained! She got up and walked over to David. "Excuse me," she said quietly, "I...Look, men are constantly hitting on me, and I guess I have this automatic defense. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry."
Gina was looking for a rich husband, a man she could convince that she loved him in exchange for a life of luxury.
Gina smiled sadly and started to turn away. Just as she knew he would, David leaped up. "Wait!" he said, "Please don't go. It was my fault. I'm not exactly a lady's man; I was clumsy..."
"No," Gina shook her head, "You were sweet and honest, and I was rude."
David smiled. "So you owe me an apology?"
Gina smiled back. "I guess I do!"
"So why don't you sit down and have a drink with me?" David said.
"But what about your friend?" she asked.
"Gavin just sent me a text; he had a work emergency," David explained.
"I'll have a drink with you," Gina said smiling, "But it's on me!"
The drink turned in two, then three, and it was almost dawn before they parted. They had talked the night away, and as Gina drove home, she couldn't help thinking about David's smile, his eyes, his gentle voice.
When she lay her head on her pillow, it wasn't his bank account she dreamed of. Just a few hours later, she received a text message. "I can't stop thinking about last night. Have dinner with me."
Gina immediately texted her reply. "I'd love to! 20:00?" and her address. She had to get herself ready! She phoned her hairdresser for an appointment and started rummaging through her wardrobe. She had to be PERFECT.
David read her message and grinned. "What's put that smile on your face?" asked his friend, "I haven't seen that grin since you were eight years old!"
David said, "Remember the girl at the bar? Well, after you left, she came over, apologized. We talked all night."
His friend was aghast. "The blond? Little Miss Gold Digger?"
"Don't call her that!" David cried, "She's not a gold digger. She's having dinner with me, and she doesn't know who I am. I'm just David from the golf club."
His friend shook his head sadly. "She knows, David. I told her she'd passed up her gold digger dream, that you were David Burke. I'm sorry. She played you."
David looked at his friend. "You know? I think it's time someone taught that girl a lesson."
That evening, at 20:00 sharp, David drew up in front of Gina's house in his Aston Martin. Gina opened the door, walked out (she didn't want him seeing her modest home), and walked out to meet him.
"David!" she gasped, feigning astonishment, "Is this your car?" She looked at him in admiration. "You look amazing!"
David smiled, and Gina noticed it wasn't that same lovely smile from the night before. "Don't I? Do you like my car?"
"I LOVE your car!" Gina said, smiling.
"So tell me, do I look like the kind of guy who goes out with girls like you?" he asked in a cold voice.
Gina forced a laugh. "David...Really..."
"I'm a winner, honey, and I deserve to be with a winner," David leaned forward and whispered, "And you don't look like a winner to me; you look like a gold digger!"
"David, listen," Gina cried, "I don't care about the money...I like YOU! Maybe in the beginning..."
"Too bad, Gina," David said sadly, "Because this is the end." And David got into his car and drove away, leaving Gina in all her finery weeping on the sidewalk.
What can we learn from this story?
1. You can't trade love for luxury. Gina was looking for a rich husband, a man she could convince that she loved him in exchange for a life of luxury.
2. Don't judge people by their appearance. Gina finally met a rich man, but because he was modest, she turned him down. Her lack of judgment led her to lose his respect.
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