So a couple of weeks ago, a friend and I went to Hard Rock’s Center Bar.  We sometimes like to go there and play with tourists.  You know- sometimes we pretend my roommate can’t speak English and I translate, sometimes we are tourists, sometimes we tell them we are hookers just to scare the hell out of them, yada, yada.  It’s just something to do that, face it, you can only do if you live in Vegas.  But this last time, I must have been putting out a weird vibe or something.

So my friend goes to the bathroom and one of the bartenders comes over and hands me a slip of paper and tells me that one of the other bartenders wants to give me his number.  Of course, this other bartender is short, older, a little balding- in other words, really- not my type.  I already have a thing about dating someone in hospitality just because of the stress it puts on a relationship- especially when I am a 9-5′er.  He then comes over and tells me he didn’t ask him to do that but I am free to use it whenever I want and then takes care of our next round of drinks.  I guess that was cool- payment for my embarrassment.  I couldn’t tell my friend what was going on since we were sitting right in front of him, so I texted her.  We then proceeded to text back and forth about the situation.  Although, she was impressed with her upgraded free drink which was about twice the size of the one she paid for. . .

The next part I have to clarify because my friend use to date/be friends with a dealer there.  So, periodically, we would hang out there and we met a few of the dealers.  She then proceeds to tell me on the way back from the bathroom, a different dealer stopped her and asked if I was there.  He then got her number and asked her if I would want to go get a drink with him.  The whole arrange a date through a friend thing was kind of weird to me as we are all in our 30’s.  It was a little too, “find out if she likes me” sort of thing.  He seems nice enough, but again, not really my type.  All this action in one night!  LOL!

So I am still chatting online with the ex.  Sigh.  I guess I will never learn.  It is a little different and I did mean it about the click.  I still enjoy talking to him- he is really one of my best friends, with sexual undertones.  Which would be perfect if he lived in this country.  I guess where its different is when we are talking about visiting one another- I know, deep down, it won’t happen.  It’s just not one of his priorities.  I also know having expectations will just cause me disappointment and heartache.  But I like talking to him, so I will continue too, just no hope there anymore that maybe we could end up happy, well happy and together.  Hopefully we both end up happy! 

So now I’ve tried getting fixed up, the bar scene, the dance club scene, the online thing. . . please let me know what else to try- I think I am running out of options here!  (Although, no blind dates- see below!)

On the lighter side of life, my friend did agree to go on a blind date fix up.  She is 5′10″.  I mean, if you think I have height issues!  So the guy shows up, is about 5′5″ and apparently looked like relative of Danny DeVito from Guam- oh, with the lovely addition of a mole on the side of his nose!  Gotta love blind dates!

Still single in sin city!