Meeting Donald Trump – he was a Gracious Gentleman

About 25 years ago, I was at a glamorous “Hollywood” luncheon at the Beverly Hilton hotel, standing in the back watching the show, looking at the fabulously rich women and what they chose to wear. I’ve always marveled that with all that money – it doesn’t mean good taste.

I found out the guys standing on other side of me, not with me, each holding a fur coat, were the chauffeurs. One asked me if I would like to try on the one he was holding. “It’s Ivana Trump’s fur coat.” Or maybe a stole.

I furrowed my brow as I thought, “What? Why would I….”

I thanked him and said I had one at home. I could just imagine trying it on and she turns up wondering indignantly (and correctly so) why I am wearing her fur coat. “Uh…keeping it warm???”

As the event was winding down, I looked around and was wondering if there was anyone I thought would be interesting to meet.

Donald Trump was heading in my direction – I was on the way to the door to leave. He turned near me to watch for and protect his wife who was the one involved in this event or charity. So I sauntered up, introduced myself and said I just wanted to meet you and say hello.

He was gracious and a gentleman. He stopped,  shook my hand and said hello. I was struck by how tall he was and his voice. He was a nice, fine guy, no flirting, had no reason to stop and say hello as I was not a “financial big wig”. Just very pleasant.

He said he was enjoying the event but clearly was on a mission to get his wife and him both out safely ahead of the crowd.

I smiled at him as he continued on his way to join up with Ivana and was surely glad I was not trying on his wife’s fur coat at the time.

c. GCYI