Well, I have been successful in accomplishing exactly NOTHING today. I have napped like I’ve never napped in my life. Didn’t even take a shower today. Gross. But oh such decadent laziness. I have started a night time skincare regimen, which I’m going to have to do tonight.
Less than 90 days now until my big 5-0. I’ve been watching it approach now for quite some time, and I guess the 90-day mark struck me hard. Things are moving and shifting now, and I can feel myself really start to settle down I mean, look, a work trip to Vegas seemed to shut me down for an entire Saturday!
But look, the rest of the trip was work - a whirlwind of helping set up the trade show booth, sales meetings, tons of questions to answer, sales guys (that I don’t particularly like) to deal with, my small-time celebrities and difficult personalities, business dinners and such. Oh, and Boss, who was weirdly checking up on me and asking what I was doing. Annoying. It sucks that the guy just doesn’t trust.
And one MAJOR thing happened during the work week that I will tell you now:
Do you remember The Sprinter? He was the guy I went on a date with a couple weeks ago who ended up literally running away within 5 minutes of when we met?
And then, do you remember the college basketball coach who I met the next day and told the story to and he sent me this text the next morning? And do you remember that we discussed getting together in Vegas on Tuesday evening because he was going to be there for some kind of national high school basketball event or something?
Yeah, so he’d been texting me to make sure I made it to Vegas over the weekend and kept checking in regarding Tuesday, and I assumed that seeing each other on Tuesday actually meant getting together for dinner and drinks or whatnot…maybe even a show???
But Tuesday afternoon rolled around and he texted me asking what I had going on for that evening, so I played it kind of coy, saying that, surprisingly, I happened to have a free night! No vendor dinners, no events, no nothing. I was free as a bird!
Then he told me that he had a dinner he had to attend, so he’d be free after 9 or so.
Hm. That was kind of a Strike 1, as he’d implied that he was going to take me out.
So I ended up making plans for dinner. Girls gotta eat, right? And I ended up going to dinner with some press folks from an industry publication and it was a lovely dinner, good drinks, fun conversation.
BC (Basketball Coach) texted me around 8:30 asking if I was free, but I didn’t see the text until 9:00 because we were finishing dinner, so I said yes at 9:00 and the magazine peeps and I went to have a drink and wait for BC to show.
We waited and waited, and I texted him a couple of times telling him where we were. He kept telling me he was on his way…several texts, and then finally, around 10:30, he sent a text telling me he was in a cab and on the way.
Shit! I had a 7:30am breakfast meeting the next morning, fool. I can’t wait all night! Strike 2.
BC shows up around 10:45, says hello to everyone, gets a drink, we chat for a few, and then he looks at his phone and asks if I’m going to be around for a while - that he has to go take care of something and he’ll be back.
I said, “maybe.”
He left, and I was PISSED. Here he was, the guy who “PROMISED” he’d never run away (in all caps, mind you), running away!! What the ever-loving fuck?
I had split a bottle of Champagne, naturally, with a wonderful woman named Donna, and she and I finished the bottle and the other press folks left and I was left alone, once again, walking solo back to my hotel room.
And I can’t say that my eyes didn’t fill up with hot, stinging tears on that long walk back to my hotel room. Strike 3.
BC sends a text at the stroke of Midnight: “Are you still there?”
I never answered that one.
You guys, I have absolutely had it with this shit. Guys who run away, guys who PROMISE they won’t run away and then do. Exes who can’t keep their dicks in their pants coming back to agitate the whole situation even further. Young guys who just want to fuck.
It’s no wonder that my best times are the times I spend solo and/or with my girlfriends. My girls don’t play games with me, and even though I can be VERY hard on myself, I shoot fairly straight with myself. And yes, I indulge in a few too many glasses of bubbly here and there, perhaps to escape my reality sometimes, but I absolutely never RUN AWAY from myself!
Hell, I’m all I have!
So yeah, there are a few other funny Vegas stories to tell from this last trip, but THIS particular one really stood out and stung quite a bit.
I know that someday, somebody won’t run. But I sincerely hope it’s not because we’re so old that he CAN’T run!!
Sad.
xox,
GS
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