Would You Accept a Dinner Invitation to Dine Alone with a Wealthy Introverted Recluse?
Nope. I’m a married woman and a mom. I couldn’t go if my family wasn’t invited.
Meet Bob
Hi Bob, or should I say Introverted recluse who never leaves HER castle. Yep. That would be me. LOL. If you can stand peace and harmony, I would venture out. Stay well my friend.
Fascinating Recluse?
Damned right, I would. I’ll bet he’s fascinating. What kind of intrigue could this billionaires isolate lifestyle hold, you ask? Let’s dive into the story of a guest who took the invitation, despite the unconventional conditions.
The Invitation and the Setup
Sure, I should have taken Richard Matthews or Shaheer Hashmi or Raz Chen to wait in the car outside and text me every half hour in case the wealthy recluse was dangerous and decided to imprison me, assault me, or eat me. But knowing me… I emerged from the beautiful private jet looking a bit nervous. When the famed reclusive Anglo-Israeli billionaire Lord Asher Morteria had invited me to his home after liking my Quora answer, I had been so honored that I had immediately accepted. He had said I couldn’t have any guests, so I agreed provided I be home for morning Krav Maga two days later.
Arrival and initial Impressions
The castle was isolated and high on a hill. A butler waited for me. “Miss Weiss, Lord Morteria is waiting for you,” he said, bowing. Two footmen emerged from the plane carrying my bag. “Please follow me.”
I did as he asked and he led me into the castle. “You are the first visitor we have had in a very long time, Miss Weiss. Lord Morteria is not in the habit of hosting guests. We will show you to your room.”
As we walk into the lavish foyer and up the elevator to a beautiful tower room, I realize my phone and computer are missing. “Don’t worry, we’ve given word that you have arrived safely. But electronics are against the rules,” the butler said. “Just be honest with me; I’m not your prisoner.” I asked a bit shaken as I realized that the doors lock from the outside. “You’re making me a bit nervous.”
The Truth Revealed
“Okay, I won’t lie. Yes, you are the master’s prisoner, and you will be locked up here for nefarious purposes,” the butler said with a smile. “Very funny,” I said. “You asked me to be honest with you,” the butler said. “Enjoy your new home.”
The Aftermath
“Thank you for rescuing me,” I tell my crack team of Israeli Krav Maga instructors, cousins, and friends. “From a Krav Maga perspective, how could this have been prevented?” a certain teacher asks. “Not willingly visiting reclusive and mysterious billionaires in magical castles alone without an escape plan.”
“Good,” one replies. “Not letting demons corner me and put me in magical chains to be used for human sacrifice.”
“Excellent,” adds another. “And for god’s sake, I should have used the common sense God gave a chicken.”
“Is she always this insane?” another teacher asks my cousin. “Yes, yes she is.”
While this tale might seem unbelievable, it reflects the thrill that lies in the unknown and the dangers inherent in classic stories of privacy and the unexpected turn of events. Whether you're a fan of adventure, or just someone who likes a little excitement in their life, the thought of a dinner alone with a recluse billionaire can certainly provide a thrilling tale to share.