My Night with an Exotic Part 4
After an extensive conversation with the taxi driver, I finally arrive at my destination. Where did I end up going? I’ll let you fill in the blanks. The taxi driver talks to me about the expensive cars that typically line the front of the club. I’m just thinking that I might have made a mistake by not bringing the 360 here. What’s done is done, I’m here and the car isn’t.
I finally get inside; turns out that bouncers recognize different sets of keys. With a wave of the key and Ferrari logo, I’m able to bypass the line with an enormous swiftness that annoys the bystanders.
The keys go back in my pocket and I proceed to the bar. I have a theory about bartenders, something I learned from a close friend: Tip. I’ve been told that the best way to attract females is to dress outlandish and make your presence known. I’m not able to do that. I dress as I want and it hasn’t failed me. Just like tipping a few extra bucks each drink will make a bartender remember you. How does that benefit you though?
If your drinks come up to $13, give a $20 and say keep the change. Next time you go up, do the same. What about the time after that? You’ll instantly be the next person that gets tended to, and chances are the drink will have a little more alcohol than before. You’ll come across as a very important person, and that my friends will be a bigger icebreaker than dressing outlandish ever will be.
I run through my routine and spot a few girls that peak my interest. I walk over and talk to them. One is completely out of my league and I try to name drop, telling her that I own a Ferrari. She looks at me like I’m on crack and walks away. No belief at all.
The others are equally uninterested. Either they don’t believe me, or think that it’s my dad’s car, or a rental worst case. It just doesn’t work. I revert back to my typical form and prove a bit more successful when it isn’t brought up.
I return back to the bar and order a few more drinks. And yes, my program of tipping is in full swing and working. I have a couple of girls ask if I can order them their drinks. They can’t believe that after waiting 15 minutes, I get mine within 3. I oblige and pass them along. Introductions are passed back and forth and I gain a few dancing partners.
After this process lasts a couple of hours, I reach into my pocket and notice that the keys to the Ferrari are gone. I begin to freak out. Did someone steal them thinking the car is outside? Did I drop it out on the dance floor? No idea.
I check around the club, looking frantically and asking all the bouncers, bartenders, everyone. No one has seen them. Due to the importance, I managed to get a few people to help.
My panic level reaches new heights when I realize that it’s the only spare black fob and key. The master set (red one) is with the owner thankfully. If I lost that one, it would cost me an absolute fortune (upwards of $5,000 if I recall correctly). Since he still has the red fob, I’d just have to buy a new set and key, about $800.
After half an hour and a lot of shots, I manage to find them in the possession of a drop dead gorgeous woman. We begin to talk about where she found them, how her night is going and we instantly hit it off. In one of the unlikeliest situations I managed to finally find someone.
We spend the rest of the night outside talking, in complete privacy and intimately. Hours pass before we realize what we had done… it’s now morning. We wave down a taxi to go back to my place before going for breakfast.
I ask her to give me a minute before leaving again; the taxi sits and idles while I run upstairs. On my way, I jump into the 360 and pop the trunk. I grab some clothes I left in there the night before.
Once I return to the taxi, the question comes up: “Is that your Ferrari? “. To which I finally give the honest response: “No, it’s my friends.”
She doesn’t bat an eye or get upset. We go for breakfast and have a great time. I get her phone number and we’re supposed to meet up sometime soon. All in all, I had a great time.
My night overall
The night didn’t go exactly as expected. That’s life, when you think you have things figured out, it throws you a curveball.
I figured when the night began that I’d have the time of my life, that the car would be unbelievable and I’d use it to boost my confidence. But it was here and now that I learned a few things.
In order to do that, I’d need to talk about the owner of the car. I’ve mentioned in previous articles that he’s not your atypical Ferrari owner. I couldn’t imagine someone else lending his car out to a friend for a night out and I’m not just saying that out of thanks. Sure, he’ll read this article and be slightly embarrassed. But he is one of the greatest guys I’ve ever met. Down to earth, has never once made any of us (his friends) feel out of place, or diminish anything we’ve ever accomplished. He’s always been there at the drop of a hat if I ever needed anything, no matter what else was going on. To him, it’s always been about the car. Not the social aspect, not showing up and making himself seem bigger than he is.
And it was on my cab ride back home that I realized in order to enjoy a car like this, it must be about the car. The owner belongs with the car, and the car belongs to him. It isn’t about anything but the passion. If you use it for other purposes than you’re diminishing the heritage and the original intent of a supercar. He’s a true enthusiast and my respect level increased that night.
I’m the same person, the same skill set and yeah, I don’t own a Ferrari but that’s okay. I’m me and I happen to know a guy that does and for that, I’m lucky. I had a great night; I experienced the extraordinary and was brought back down but will be forever grateful.
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