Guys. It’s the middle of the night and I’ve been up now for nearly 24 hours on the very first day of my business travels. It’s now the wee hours of Monday morning and I just had to come on here and spill.
You know I’m in Vegas, right? You know I’m working on an exciting project for work, right? You know I’m super psyched, yes?
So yeah. I’m so excited and I’ve been awake for nearly a full day/night, so I’m kind of slap-happy.
But the thing is, I just turned down an offer to “go up to my room and make out” from an Emmy Award nominated TV show producer of a show you’ve all heard probably all heard of. He’s in Vegas shooting a couple of episodes of his TV show at the event I’m attending. And he was cute. And nice. And totally age-appropriate and absolutely my type.
Is there something wrong with me? Am I dead inside? I thought he was absolutely attractive and I wanted to hang out with him, but I just didn’t feel like making out like kids. He was touching me…my arm, the small of my back…my legs. The whole nine yards.
We talked for hours, he bought me drinks and we laugh and laughed. We talked about #metoo. We talked about how things are now sooooo complicated. We talked and talked.
All of the characters from his show were hanging out, too and then they left to go smoke cigarettes and we were left by ourselves and he looked at me longingly and then we said goodbye without even exchanging any kind of information.
UGGGHHH!
Why???
xox,
GS
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