I Gave My Number to YOU???

Saturday was a late night. Late as in sun-coming-up-makeup-smeared-shoes-off kind of late. This is Vegas. It happens. Often. Maybe too often...but that's not the point. Moving on...I may or may not remember the last hour of the night. Ok I don't remember it. At all. But apparently, in a casino parking garage in this hour that to me does not exist, I made a love connection. I was unaware of this love connection until 2.5 hours ago. (And BTW today is Wednesday.) I found out about it through a random text from a number I didn't know with a New Jersey area code. The text said "Hey whats up you prob dont remember me from city center do you?" Ummmm no....I do not.
Now this is where you ask yourself if you should respond or not. Me - being curious and a little bit scared that maybe I did something or left something somewhere as well as excited that it could be a hot guy - responded right away. I then find out that it is the SECURITY GUARD from the casino who I apparently thought was "handsome" while in a drunken stupor. This is not the first, and I'm sure won't be the last, time I've done this. I've given my number to security guards at strip clubs and parking lots, Albertson's workers, cops, and plenty other random dudes who I don't recall ever meeting. There's nothing wrong with giving my number out - the problem is none of these guys are ever actually attractive when I meet them (again). So now I am faced with the dilemma again. Should I continue the text conversation and put myself in an awkward position for the millioneth time or cut it off from the get go? I of course, continue with it. Who knows? This one really could be the one! Plus I like awkward. More to come on this situation....

The Night is Young and I'm Drunk in Vegas.

Oh good. Another blog you can skip right over. It's ok I'm used to it. And I'm also very aware the only people reading this will be my weird , overweight cousin and the smelly guy who sits across from me at the office. I just need something to do while I sit home alone and drink wine bought from the clearance box at Lee's Discount Liquour. Yeah it's cheap but I don't give a crap. I'm broke...I like wine....and I like drinking alone - which you will soon find out is partially caused by all the strange men I have dated in this crazy town. Yes! I'm drunk right now.


Seriously. Dating shouldn't be this jacked up. But I do have to admit I love having the stories to tell hence this blog that you'll never read again. Like the guy who came over after a hot night out and decided to take a bath in an inch of water while staring at me and stroking it. Or the guy who decided to tell me during a fancy dinner that he likes to have his dick sucked by a man every now and then...but he's not gay. Or the guy who's crazy bald ex-ife showed up and asked to borrow my panties. Yeah. I've got lots of those stories.


So you have an idea who's writing this...me - 32, single, 5'2, about 130 lbs, curvy a.k.a. "busty", brown hair, big hazel eyes, two dimples one on each side. Have a college degree, a good career and handle my business. But just can't find the one. Not that I'm in any rush and Vegas probably isn't the best place to find a good, honest man but I'm here so I'm making the best of it.



So why not join me for strong drinks, fucked up stories and nightly sinning in Sin City.

More to come.....