06
Jun
13

What happens in Vegas? I blog about!

Saturday I am heading to Las Vegas with three girlfriends to celebrate my 43rd birthday. Woo hoo! I’m excited!

My first Vegas trip was for my 40th birthday. My marriage & secondary romantic relationships were in the shitter. There was no way I wanted to “fake it” through a party…assuming that anyone would even want to throw me one after I’d been so insular with this other couple for so long & now we weren’t even speaking. I was hurt, depressed, alone & coming to terms with the fact that my marriage really was ending. Also, my mom died at 39 so turning 40 was an extra big deal for me. So, I explained all of this to the ex and told him I wanted to go to Vegas for my birthday and I wanted him to pay for it. He agreed. I went with two girlfriends and we had a fantastic time!

My next two trips were with the ex – including one in early April, 2012 which pretty much marked the end of our attempt to stay together. (Incidentally, it was the first time we had sex in months and the last time we had sex ever.) On the last trip, I had bought very excellent suite tickets to see Eddie Vedder, but he was injured & postponed his show to Halloween, 2012. Between April & Halloween, the ex and I split up. We I fought, separated, I moved out, we split a 25-year combined household, we didn’t speak for a time and then we found our friendship again. As October approached, I asked what I should do with his ticket. We discussed and decided to go together. What the hell? We’re friends, right? But in the weeks leading up to Halloween, the ex had been very sick with the flu. He was getting better but then spiked a fever, went to the doctor & discovered that he had a bad sinus infection. He was advised not to fly. This was about 30 hours before the trip.

So, a day before Vegas, I’m on Facebook offering ANYONE a chance to join me there where I have a free hotel room at the Paris & a free suite ticket to see Eddie Vedder on Halloween. Lots of folks tried, but none could pull it off. One single girlfriend simply didn’t have the vacation days available and lamented bitterly.

“What are you going to do?!?” she asked me.

“Um, go.”

“By yourself?!?! I can’t even manage to go out to dinner alone!”

“Girl, you gotta get over that shit!”

And that is how I wound up going to Las Vegas by myself on Halloween. Awesome show, even ran into Ed afterwards – almost literally. Gambled, walked, hung out and oh my God did I ever get hit on! What the heck? Single woman in Vegas? Man. I was like…magnetic. My first offer was from a couple at the cabstand waiting after the concert. They were both way too drunk to give much consideration to but they pretty much set the tone for the next three days. I gambled, flirted, talked, gambled some more and finally had my first actual one-night stand. Well, the kind that you know in advance is a one-night-stand. The kind where you don’t even exchange numbers.

So the concert was the first night and I gambled until the wee hours of the morning. Next day I didn’t even leave the hotel until about 10pm after I’d had dinner. Drinking all day, gambling. Got on a little bit of a heater, was up a few hundred bucks and playing Let it Ride while drinking  Tanqueray & tonics. A seat opened up next to me at my table and an attractive, mid-40’s-ish man sat down. Clearly he wasn’t terribly versed in the game and was losing fairly consistently, but he kept buying in. For the amount of money that he lost while chatting me up, he probably could have bought a rather nice hooker, but he got me instead. Lucky bastard. 🙂

In case you were unaware, the expression “Are you staying at this hotel?” is Vegas-speak for “Do you want to fuck?” Eventually, he asked the question & we got talking about our different rooms & what our views were like. We cashed out at the same time and walked together to the cashier. He asked if I wanted to get a drink and I said “no, I thought I’d like to see your shitty view if that’s okay.” It was. In short order we were making out & he was undressing me while growling compliments about my body and how sexy I was. He was very responsive and the sex was decent, but I have to say the best part was how vocal and enthusiastic he was. That and fulfilling that Vegas fantasy of being taken up against a window overlooking the strip. Pretty hot. Afterwards, he was packing up because he had to leave at 7am. He gave me a couple of those re-usable grocery bags that he had gotten at the convention he was attending – so I actually have some physical reminders of our time and not just the fine memory of my first one-night stand.

Since we were staying on different floors, I had to go back down to the casino floor to get to the elevator for my floor. We joked that we both knew that I would be back in the casino before long and it was true! I did go up to my room to charge my phone first though. When I plugged it in, I saw a text I’d missed from my ex and oddly enough, wound up talking to him for awhile. It didn’t occur to me later that it might have been a little odd to talk to my ex right after hooking up with a stranger, but it didn’t feel weird. It’s not like that’s what we talked about!

Leaving my phone to charge, I went back downstairs to the casino. I was out of smokes so I hit the little shop in the hotel to buy more. Now, I’m a happy, smiley, friendly sort as a general rule. I’m approachable which, I believe, is one reason that I tend to be rather successful in the sex & romance department…despite the fact that I’m a pretty big lady. I think I’m attractive and I’m comfortable and confident which seems to draw people to me. Anyway, smokes in hand, I was slapping the pack and walked over to throw my wrapper away where a handsome, bearded, young guy was smoking next to the trash can/ash tray. He greeted me and asked how I was doing. I lit up & we chatted about our wins/losses and then he asked what I was doing next. I said I was going to see if any $10 or less tables were open (it was probably close to 2am by this point,) and asked what he was doing. He said “whatever you are. I just want to hang out with you.” Um, okay. Are you even old enough to be in the casino?

We played some slots together and checked out a few machines. He said how he was there with some guy friends and that his roommate was really drunk. He asked “are you staying in this hotel?” Oh, boy. This guy was seriously sexy and very young. But hell, it’s Vegas, right? Eventually he asked if I wanted to get a drink (this is another “wanna fuck” signal, by the way.) Then he suggested that we should get some alcohol and go to my room for drinks. He seemed to be peeling a lot of money off so I let him buy what was some very expensive hotel shop Absolute vodka as well as some diet Pepsi for mixers. We went up to my room. He poured crazy heavy drinks that I don’t think either of us drank. We kissed. He was soft and had nice hands and lips but…how do I put this? I had to lead. A LOT. He was slow, quiet, tender…almost romantic. I was thinking “dude, this is a Vegas hook-up – can you stop trying to make love to me?!?”

When it came time to remove pants, I noted that he was wearing the exact same boxer briefs as the guy that I had just fucked less than three hours earlier. It was all I could do not to crack up at the thought. Before I took them off, I jokingly asked him if he was over 18 and he said he was WAY older – that he was 28. Jeez, still a baby, but still the youngest I’ve had. Also, I think he was lying. I think he was probably more like 23. I’m not entirely sure why I think so, but something about the way that he referenced his roommates made me think he was a college student. I could be wrong, but he seemed…young! Also drunk, which may have contributed to the slow, languid sex that we had. He was very much into kissing & stroking when what I really wanted him to do was get behind me and give me a good pounding. It was pleasant but frustrating.

Also, this was the first guy that I’ve ever been with who shaved his pubes. (Please read my April blog “The Hair Down There” for my thoughts on this subject! https://risquedivorcee.com/2013/04/16/the-hair-down-there/)

Well, two one-night stands in one night was certainly a first for me. The next day I got hit on so much that I walked over to Imperial Palace/The Quad to hide out where I could just gamble. I’m looking forward to seeing their finished remodel this weekend and to having new adventures!

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