Build-up to MEGA RAD! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

In a bit of a state of freak-out this morning. I’ve been talking to the guy I met in Vegas for a couple of weeks now, and guess what? He’s flying in today for a visit…on the premise that he wants to take me to a baseball game (he has a friend on the local MLB team) on Monday night.

I’m excited, that’s for sure. But I’m nervous in that first date kind of way. And this first date is going to last for three days! And what if…

See, we met at one of the clubs in LV for a brief period. He came right up to me (even though Jen and I were with the guys from the NYPD) and introduced himself. I told him where we were from, and he was actually there with a guy who plays football for the pro team in our city, and I tapped Jen on the shoulder because I don’t know all that much about football celebs, but Jen…she was all over that shit and cut in on the conversation. I was fine with it because I was having a great time with the cops.

Cut to two nights later. Jen had LV guy’s phone number because he’d told her that he was going to be hanging out at another place with some other people, and he said at the time that he wanted to hang out again. We really didn’t know what to think about the whole thing, but we didn’t have any real plans either, so what the hell. We were in Vegas, right? Big deal. Let’s call.

So we did. And met him and another one of his friends out again. They had a table and people kept running in and out of the scene. I have no idea who they were with, but I didn’t care. Because LVG and I just started dancing very spontaneously and for quite a while. We sat down to rest, and I’m not sure exactly what happened. He was cool, that’s for sure. And I really, REALLY liked talking to him. I was having a fantastic time.

Jen, on the other hand, wasn’t. She asked me to come to the bathroom with her, and once we got there she said she wanted to leave. Just like that. Without even saying goodbye. Over and out.

I asked if she was okay, and she said that she just needed to get out of that place, and we’d already been invited to meet some other people (at the Wynn, no less), and she wanted to go—NOW.

I obliged because, well, I just did. And we had to sneak out of the place, though it wasn’t that hard because the place was so crowded. I felt guilty for just leaving LVG, but we had a good time at the next place anyway. It’s there that I was twirled and twirled by the hot Latin lover.

But the next day, we were headed home, and all morning long I kept thinking about how rude LVG must’ve thought we were for just leaving without a goodbye. I told Jen that we should call him. In fact, I bugged her about it for most of the day (I couldn’t just pick up and call because [a] she was the one who had his number, and [b] my phone was destroyed in a strange incident involving Japanese tourists and a strange shot of something at the Hard Rock). Finally, she gave in and handed me her phone and said, “Well then YOU call him!!!!”

I did. But he didn’t pick up, so I left him a voice mail telling him how sorry I was and I blamed it all on Jen (with her permission, of course, but also because it truthfully WAS her deal). I left my number and told him I was going to try to get a new phone the next day and would love to talk with him.

Sure enough, I got my new phone the next day. And sure enough, he called. I didn’t really think anything of it, but we talked and talked and it was a great conversation. He’s fascinating, but somewhat mysterious and I just wanted to know more and more and he kept feeding me little tidbits here and there.

And we’ve talked on the phone every day since the 4th of July. And now…he’s COMING TO VISIT!!!

So. You know what that means, right? A big fat R-A-D to follow!!!

Wish me luck. This is going to be quite interesting.