Vegas, baby!

I’ve been to Vegas three times.

For all three trips I was with ex-boyfriends.

The first time, ex-bf #1 and I were all hot and heavy and made love all weekend long.

There was a SMALL snafu with that electrical cock ring, but overall the weekend was marked with nothing but pleasure – for food, cocktails, and each other.

The second time we went he and I were weeks away from breaking up and I’m pretty sure I saw it in the stars when I woke up in the middle of the night and found him sitting in a chair, watching me sleep.

It was a much more somber trip to Vegas, that time.

My third trip to Vegas was during a road trip to Arizona.

It was fucking hot and I spent the majority of my time trying to find another couple to have fun with.

We wound up taking in the Titanic display.

It was definitely not a sexy weekend.

Lately, I’ve been thinking I want to go to Vegas again.

Just for a weekend getaway.

Check out The Strip and catch some entertainment.

Day drink.

Watch a show with naked performers.

You know, do all the things that Vegas is famous for.

I’ve never been to Vegas as a “single” woman.

I’ve always been coupled up for my trips.

And seeing as how I think Vegas is more fun when you go with friends, I would want to take my sister, Barbara, Yvonne, Marina, and Michelle with me.

Just me and a pile of sexy women having fun in Vegas.

Or The Swede.

Vegas would definitely be fun with The Swede.

I didn’t sleep a wink last night

cryI didn’t sleep a wink last night.

Insomnia is a real bitch.

It gave me plenty of time to dwell on the bombshell that dropped on me yesterday.

He has a new girlfriend.

Yes, the man who dumped me because he didn’t have enough bandwidth for a girlfriend and wanted to focus on family has hooked up with a new girlfriend.

One month ago yesterday we were waking up in bed together, now he’s got someone new.

Does that seem a little fast for you? Perhaps a little insensitive as well?

Yeah, it does for me too.

But what can you do? No one said life is fair. No one said that you would be treated with respect and kindness.

Fall down 7 times, get up 8. That quote keeps ringing through my head.

I’m just wondering how many more times he plans to kick me while I’m down.

Greatest Assets and Stupid Asses

I didn’t date much before I got married at 22. In fact, my ex-husband was my third boyfriend. I just didn’t do dating. I did monogamous relationships that lasted years at a time.

My first boyfriend Frank and I dated for almost 3 years.

Jon was a little less. More like a summer-fall kind of thing.

And then there was my ex, who I gave 10 years to.

So when I found myself single again at 30 I had to learn how to date for the first time.

How to handle unwanted advances. How to negotiate a weekend away together. How to respond appropriately to a request to send me a “monkey shot.” What to do when your date starts talking ball-gags. And oh so much more.

Through it all my friends have been there for me, stepping up to support me when I was freshly dumped regardless of the fact that when I was dating I was too busy to go out with them or spent all my time talking about my significant other and forgot to ask them how they were doing.

This time around, my girlfriend Michelle and my cousin Jennifer have been instrumental in helping me muck through all the shit left behind in the wake of this relationship without hesitation or grudge.

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I do have the most wonderful, most supportive friends and family.

The last decade has been about true friends and romantic false starts. The former are my greatest assets. The later are stupid asses.