Love in Las Vegas: A successful, single man’s adventures in Sin City, Pt. 2
“People come here all the time to do things they normally wouldn’t do.”
“When people visit Vegas … all bets are off.”
Indeed, tourists definitely seem to give the local dating scene a scandalous run for its money. Effervescent lights combined with strategic campaigns encouraging return flight amnesia make Sin City an alluring free for all. But if that’s the case, what makes Las Vegas, Las Vegas? Are we really one big teaser campaign? Without the consistent onslaught of devoted out-of-towners conditioned via E! Channel programs and Real World, would Las Vegas just be an empty shell of debaucherous illusion?
It’s a quiet Saturday evening for Brad. Quiet because no one is watching the television … or sitting in front of the computer ... or ambling around with Windex cleaning any of his many surfaces. Instead, Brad is upstairs, probably in front of his mirror, finishing his hair and selecting a cologne. A venue on the Strip is the destination tonight, but certainly not the highlight of it.
We could talk about Subject #1: a cute, small-framed female no taller than 5’2” that loads missiles into planes for a living. A local, she works at Nellis Airforce base and met Brad by accident, celebrating her birthday at a venue on the Strip.
Or we could talk about Allison (Subject #2). Allison used to work with Brad (it must be locals night) and up until a few cocktails ago lacked the initiative to let him know how she felt. “Brad, I always thought you were SO sexy. But you were always so serious at work. Oh, and you know Becky? She totally STILL has a thing for you. Do you want her number?”
But it was Subject #1 and her friend that accompanied Brad to a nearby casino to keep the party going well after most have gone to bed. Now, I know what you’re expecting: Brad, two attractive local women … the title of my column. But on this night, Brad headed home alone. But not disappointed. No. The moment’s either there, or it’s not. And either way, cocktails with new friends always make for a great evening.
“Hey cutie!”
Brad was two suburban roads away from his home when he noticed two women calling at him from in front of a house. Stopping a few yards ahead he took a mildly intoxicated moment to decide what exactly could come of this. What the hell, he figures. By the time Brad had reversed back to the house, two women were at his window talking excitedly and cooing over his good looks.
“Look, you’ve got two options,” Brad says. “The sun is coming up: You can either go back home or you can get in my car and come party.”
Two hours and several shots later Brad was too intoxicated to drive and, quite frankly, over the morning’s events. As he ushered the women out of his bedroom he made a quick mental note: When coming home from work, don’t ever slow down by 1223 on Maple.
Precocious entrepreneur, workaholic and a rabid perfectionist Crystal Starlight knows a thing or two about getting ahead at a young age. Email her at [email protected]