Finally! You can stop holding your breath now!
Name: Lets just call him LVG (Las Vegas Guy)
Age: 39
Relationship Status: Never married, but in a few serious relationships. I counted 4 by reading his palm (totally faked, but fun!)
Occupation: Remains a bit of a mystery. I can tell you that hes made millions in the real estate market in LV and various locations all over the US and probably a few other odd countries. Hes also dabbled in the music industry, the fashion industry, and the airlines industry. Im guessing that not everything is on the straight and narrow with him, but thats only because Im now very cynical read on.
Length of date: On and off for 48 hours
We met: When we last left off (pre-RAD), Id met him at the airport, and he wasnt the guy Id remembered meeting (see previous entry for details) in Las Vegas. I was trying my damndest to remain calm, suck it up, be polite, and enjoy.
I wore: Sunday afternoon/evening: cuffed jeans, lacy tank top, wedge mules, chunky belt, sunglasses, a sincere, wide smile; Monday Night: Grecian-pleated strapless top (in gauzy fabric), jeans, sporty stilettos (yes, there IS such a thing!), a clench-toothed smile; Tuesday morning: deconstructed denim (read: holes and patches) in a baggy fit, faded black wife-beater tank, cork-wedge sandals, a relieved look on my face
He wore: A lot of linen (twas blisteringly hot outside), fancy pants, fancy shoes, fancy watches, fancy socks, fancy undies (I would imagine).
We did: Ugh. This is where it gets long and complicated. So .
Sunday afternoon: Already determined that I picked up a complete and utter stranger at the airport. Luckily, I couldnt find him when I got there, so I was sort of wandering/walking around and he saw me first and called me on my phone because he saw me aimlessly sauntering. He told me to meet him by the exit door, so I walked back over. And then he walked out and smiled at me. This guy this different person than who Id imagined, didnt even register with me! I mean, I know hes the same guy Id been talking with on the phone (voice, intonation, etc. all the same), but the face? Not so much. The build? Kinda. I remembered that he was a big guy and all, but hmm. How could I have possibly been so oblivious when we were cheek to cheek, cutting a rug, and actually LOOKING INTO EACH OTHERS EYES??!! What the hell? Color me freaked.
But I figure, Ive been through stranger things (not by a whole lot, but still), and so I sucked it up and took him back to my place to show him around. Im proud to say that he was pleased and very excited about the possibilities of my place. And I got him drunk on vodka and soda. Oh, and myself in the process.
But heres something that kind of made me stop in my tracks. He brought me a gift. It was a candle. Which is nice. But the scent was gingerroot. Um. Why gingerroot? Why not vanilla? Cinnamon? Lemon? Why ginger??? GINGER? Does he know? Does he read? Or am I overly skittish? I was a little shaken, but buzzed enough not to really give a shit at that point.
Decided to go to dinner shortly thereafter. I guess he figured out that he wasnt gettin any, at least not that night, so he packed his stuff up and asked if he could check into the hotel (!!!) before we went to dinner. See, he did come here on the premise (excuse?) that he has a friend who plays for the home major league baseball team, and so he thought it would be fun to take me to a game. But what I found out later is that not only does he have a friend on the home team, he actually knows a bunch of guys from the visiting team. And that made things work out perfectly because that meant he could spend the night at the hotel where the players were staying instead of shacking up with me. Which was really, really a relief for me, and my stress level went down exponentially.
Checked him into his hotel, had a VERY nice, relaxing dinner, then wanted to take him to a jazz club, but it was closed by the time we walked over there. So I took him to the hotel, drove myself home and crashed. WHEW! Day one down.
Monday: Got up (a bit hungover) and slugged into the office. Wrote my last entry and tried to concentrate on work, but it wasnt easy. We were going to the ballgame that night, and it was so hot and sticky and gross. I could spend a good three or four entries on the evening, but Im getting bored with this RAD, so Im just going to try to cut this thing down.
Basically, we ended up having to take these two slutty little groupies (hed met because he was staying with the players!) to the game with us. LVG told me this at the last minute, and I was trying to be nice, but goddamn I was so pissed by the end of the night that I couldnt even see straight. These nasty little hos actually follow the players from state to state and cheer them on and then (Im guessing) stay with them in the hotels and whore themselves out. Im getting so angry as I type this because it would be one thing if the guy that LVG was hanging with was single and on the prowl, but no! Hes married with three small children!
And okay, maybe youre surprised that Im so shocked by all of this. Im kind of surprised myself. After all, wasnt it less than a year ago when I went out one night and met a bunch of guys from another MLB team and went back to that same hotel with them?!
Wow. When the shoes on the other foot, it feels a little different. I actually felt ashamed by my naïveté and completely taken advantage of.
I guess the part that Im most pissed about is that these girls were so disrespectful to me. Theyd already bonded with LVG (who knows to what extent), but they wouldnt even LOOK at me or include me in any of their conversationsat all. It was all . OH LVG! LVG!! Look at my man out there on the field!!
And then the bellowing of the shout-outs to every, single, mutherfucking player.
And the one time anything was said directly to me was a backhanded bitch slap from the back seat of my car. I should have pulled the car over and dumped them off on the side of the road.
At the end of the evening, everyone got dropped off at the hotel and I drove myself home and crashed. Again.
Tuesday morning: Couldnt sleep. Woke up in the middle of the night thinking of all the things I wish Id said to those huss-bags the night before. And I was none too pleased with my date, either. But LVG and I did sneak in a lunch (both of us pretty much acting like nothing had even happened) and then I drove him to the airport before I had to race back to work. End of date. Sigh of relief.
Convo: I dont want to rehash our conversations. This entrys gotten really dull. Lets just put it this way: hes a very smooth talker. And of course, by the end of it all, he told me that hed be back to visit. And of course, I heard myself saying that Id love it. Somebodys gonna have to put their money where their mouth is.
Part of personality I liked: Pretty damn adept. Can talk about anything with anyone. Is absolutely charming. Soothing.
Part of personality I disliked: Too smooth? Perhaps.
Partof appearance I liked: Snappy dresser. Super snap.
Part of appearance I disliked: Do I even have to say? Um, I didnt like the fact that he didnt look like the guy I wanted him to be.
Highest Point: When I was buzzing on Ketel 1 and soda.
Lowest Point: When he was trying to be really sweet after the baseball game. He was trying to hold my hand and whisper sweet-nothings and all that stuff, and I was just done. Over it. I was out.
Chances I’ll see him again: Honestly? He might be an interesting contact to have. Legit or not, he knows SO many people and has SO many connections. Im going to Vegas again at the end of August, and Id definitely like to hook back up if nothing else but to quell my aching curiosity about him (blah, blah, blah, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit).
The End.
So. Sorry if this whole thing was anticlimactic. It sure was for me. Too many questions left unanswered. Too many sluts in the kitchen. Too many mistaken identities. I mean, theyre never quite who I think they are in the beginning, but this time it was ridiculous.
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