So, I have a question for you. Have you ever turned down an invitation only to question your decision years later? Or, perhaps the latter has happened, you turned down an invitation, only to be ultimately grateful later on that you never accepted the invitation.

Are you wondering what this has to do with meeting Donald Trump? Well, let me tell you a tale from the crypt which is… my life.

My girlfriend, who had just come off of starring in not one, but two, major TV series, had been invited to attend the Miami Boat Show as a celebrity guest. For those of who don’t know, the Miami Boat Show is a luxurious event where prospective buyers come and check out all the hottest boats of the year. I am not talking about fishing boats; rather these boats are small, medium, large and massive sized private yachts. It’s a ‘boat’ show for those who live the lifestyle of the rich and famous.

My friend’s husband decided to stay home and take care of their young son, and I was the lucky ‘chosen one’ to attend as her plus one. After we flew to Miami, first class I will add, and checked into our luxurious hotel, we hit the spa and crashed. We spent the entire next day at the boat show. It was an exhausting day with every ‘Tom, Dick and Harry’ lining up to meet and shake hands with my gorgeous and famous friend.

That evening, my ex-boyfriend, who lives in Florida, had arranged to take my friend and I out to dinner at a swanky hotspot since his teenage son was dying to meet my famous friend. As we were getting ready to head out, the front desk of the hotel called our room and informed us that Ocean Drive Magazine was hosting a private cocktail party in the hotel, and when they found out my girlfriend was staying in the hotel, an invitation had been extended to us to attend.

You know me, I will never turn down a party invite. I love everything about private events: passed hors- d’oeuvres, champagne, gift bags, and most importantly, meeting interesting people that are trapped in the same room as you for two hours, giving you the chance to actually tap on their shoulders and make their acquaintance. Events make the playing field of life even, so when you are invited to a ‘private event’, your chances of meeting people are greatly magnified as people are definitely more open to being approached.

My friend and I sauntered around the room, sipping our champagne, giggling and enjoying each other’s company when suddenly, my friend was the one who had someone tapping on her shoulder. We stopped our discourse, and we both turned around to discover that the shoulder tapper was none other than Donald Trump.

At this time Donald Trump was just that, Donald Trump… or ‘The Donald’; a middle-aged rich dude, with a bad