Date posted: June 11, 2007

GFE In Las Vegas

You have dinner at the Buffet at the Wynn. The food is delicious and plentiful. You wonder why so many people around you go for the crab. You wish you could eat more, but you can’t, you’re full. You have to come back another time to try some of the other food. You take one more dessert.

When you’re finished you decide to have another look at the Sirens of TI. Two days earlier the show had been cancelled because it was too windy. A crowd has already gathered in front of one of pirate ships. The show is a bit tacky, it’s little more than an R&B number, but it’s fun and it’s free and the firework at the end is spectacular. Ohh and the girls look nice too.

You walk back along the Strip thinking of where you might go tomorrow. There’s a pinball museum that someone has told you about. That might be fun.

At a pedestrian crossing on the other side of the street you notice a tall blond girl wearing a short black mini skirt. She has noticed you too. She is with a group of friends. You tarry and look around. You don’t cross. She does. She smiles as she walks towards you. You turn your head as she passes by. She does too. You hear yourself asking where she’s going. She says that they don’t really know. You say that the Tryst at the Wynn is really cool. She looks at her friends. A moment later you’re walking back to the Wynn. You put your camera away. She’s gorgeous. Patrick Bateman would have loved her. You are wearing your metallic snake skin shoes, your dark blue Zegna trousers and a black shirt. She says that your shoes are cool. Something inside you is taking over.

You still don’t quite believe that you’re walking next to her. She asks you where you’re from. She wants to know more about you. She is interested. She tells you that she goes to Stanford and that she’s come to Las Vegas with some friends to celebrate the end of term. She introduces you to her friends.

At the Tryst people look at her, then at you. You are glowing. You are happy. She is beautiful and she is with you. She bends forward and shouts into your ear that you’re a good dancer.

In the back of your mind you keep thinking that this cannot be, that at some point she will tell you her hourly rate if you want to go any further. She doesn’t. She genuinely likes either you or your wallet.

It is an hour past midnight but you’re not tired. You offer her another drink. You don’t wince when she orders what is probably an expensive cocktail. She asks you where you’re staying. She’s staying with her friends at the Bellagio. You’re somewhat relieved. Either she or they must have money. She goes over to her friends to tell them that she’s leaving. Let’s go, she says, when she returns. Outside she hails a cab. You get in. She tells the driver to take you to your hotel.

It could have happened. Maybe it did. The exif data show that your last photo was at 10:31 pm.