A Wealthy Man Posed as a Waiter and Asked a Woman Out at His Own Restaurant
A Wealthy Restaurateur Tests a Woman’s Intentions by Pretending to Be a Waiter
Nate, a successful restaurateur, owned several upscale restaurants, yet he still felt something was missing—true love. At 39, he had never been married, and women seemed more drawn to his wealth than to the man himself.
That all changed when he met Beth, a 28-year-old cashier at a local gas station with a warm smile and down-to-earth charm.
Their first encounter caught him off guard. Dressed in paintball gear, Nate entered the gas station and was instantly struck by Beth’s easygoing nature.
She playfully teased him about his paint-splattered clothes, making him laugh for the first time in a while. Her wit and carefree attitude intrigued him, and before long, he asked her out on a date.
But Nate wasn’t ready to trust that Beth liked him for who he truly was. Having been burned before, he devised a test—a way to see if Beth cared about him or just his money.
He invited her to one of his high-end restaurants, posing as a waiter who had just finished his shift. Beth entered the restaurant, wearing a simple red dress that made her look effortlessly beautiful.
Nate guided her to a table, trying to stay calm as his heart raced. He watched her reactions closely as he “confessed” to being a waiter. Beth, however, seemed unphased, even joking about taking a shift herself.
The evening unfolded with laughter, easy conversation, and a growing connection. Just as things were starting to feel natural, Nate’s restaurant manager, Tom, stormed over, playing his part in the test.
He berated Nate for leaving his shift early and demanded he return to the kitchen. Beth, concerned, tried to reassure Nate, but he excused himself, heading toward the kitchen.
However, instead of staying in her seat, Beth followed him, rolling up her sleeves to help him wash dishes. Nate was stunned.
How could someone like her be so unaffected by the situation? She didn’t care about the glitz of the restaurant or the fact that she was in the back, cleaning dishes on their first date.
After finishing the dishes, Beth looked up at him, unbothered by the mess. “So, what now? Are we walking to the pier or what?” she asked with a playful gleam in her eyes.
Nate felt a wave of guilt wash over him. It was time to come clean. “Beth, I need to tell you something,” he began, his voice serious.
“I’m not a waiter. I own this restaurant… and two others in the city. I’ve been testing you to see if you liked me for me, not for the money or the restaurants.”
Beth stood silently, processing his words. Then, with a small laugh, she asked, “So, you lied to me all night because you thought I might be a gold digger?”
Nate winced, admitting, “It wasn’t like that. I just… I’ve been hurt before. But I like you so much. I had to be sure.”
Beth took a moment to think it over, then shook her head with a bemused smile. “So… did I pass your test?” Nate smiled, relieved. “With flying colors.”
Beth’s playfulness returned, and she teased, “By the way, your restaurant’s food isn’t that great. Next time, we’re going somewhere else—somewhere we won’t end up washing dishes, okay?”
Laughing, Nate agreed. “You got it.”
