"What would you rate me?" "From one through ten? Definitely a 12." It went silent for a moment. "What about me?" "What about you?" "What would you rate me?" "Why do you care?" "I don't care." "Then why are you asking?" "Why did you ask?" "Cause it was a joke." "Well so is mine." "I guess a 12 too." "You're only saying that cause I rated you a 12." "But it doesn't matter cause its a joke. Right?" "Right."

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

When Rose swings open her door and lets a stranger fall into her apartment, she doesn't think her life would be any different. After helping the lanky Brit, she gets pulled into things she'd rather not be involved in.