Ever been traveling or generally hanging around somewhere and thinking how much you feel exactly like everyone else? Yeah, me too. Then, from across the room, you spot some well-dressed man getting something that you want too. Maybe a drink or a free upgrade. It sounds nice, so you go over to the desk and ask for yours. After all, if they are giving something away, I am right there with open hands waiting (see the name of the blog).
Sorry, but you have to belong to our exclusive club to have those benefits.
Oh, right. You don’t have a membership card. It’s like being in first grade all over again. You didn’t get an invitation to the popular girls’ secret recess club where they sit under the slide and discuss– well, you don’t know because they never gave you one of those fancy construction paper cards that entitled you to sit in the sand with them.
*ahem* I may have gotten off topic. Anyway, our fancy romance heroes have never had this problem. They are members of everything.
Clubs that require them to have stayed at a hotel a certain number of times before they got automatic upgrades, guaranteed rooms, and free internet?
Airline clubs that require them to have flown a million miles?
Those clubs where you have to be on a waiting list for a few decades to get an invitation so you can pay an exorbitant fee to join a club to get benefits you will never use (*cough* Club 33 *cough*)?
And why would they be a member of all these?
So they can treat that special woman to the vacation/night/experience of her dreams without waiting in line once.
What do you think? Are membership benefits worthwhile?