For the second time in about a month, I went to Vegas. The first trip was spectacular, filled with pool parties, bachelors, marriage (not me, my friend ha!) and me winning a sizeable amount of money from playing Blackjack. I apologize for not going into detail about that trip – life took over and updating my blog took a major backseat. But before I speak to the latest trip to Sin City, I’ll say that the first trip was amazing. A fabulous bonding experience with my girl, Tiffany, who yes, GOT MARRIED!! We spent 5 days there, which was a long time, but we did not have one moment of down time (unless you consider lounging poolside with hotties as down time). I loved it so much that I just had to go back.
This last trip was shorter (we were in Vegas for about 40 hours not counting flights), which made the trip seem even more wild than the last. No one got married, but there were crazy VIP club parties, a group of gorgeous, wealthy frat boys, Chippendales, a bachelor party, gambling, lots of alcohol, dancing, a Cosmopolitan penthouse, and love at first sight. It was the weekend of a lifetime; a weekend that I wish I could both re-live over and over again, and one I wish I could go back and change (you’ll understand this as I explain my story). It was also a weekend that I slept about 3 hours total (it’s Vegas, you don’t sleep).
So remember how I said there was love at first sight? It happened within the first 3 hours of our vacation, and I have replayed that night in my head over 100 times, trying to recall every single detail because it was the most memorable, perfect night I’ve had in a long, long time.
It was 1:25am on Friday night (or Saturday morning) – prime time in Sin City for four sexy, classy, exhilarated young women. For purposes of this story, I’d like to introduce my three friends as Fire, Spice and Diva. We had just arrived at the Wynn Resort, on our way to Surrender night club. The entrance of the club opened to an outdoor party, with gorgeous lights, pools, hundreds of beautiful people and a wild dance floor. That night, a famous DJ by the name of Diplo was performing. After we explored our surroundings, the girls wanted to try our luck pushing our way through the crazy crowd towards the DJ table. We were making our way into the dead-packed center of the dance floor. Leading the pack, I searched around for any attractive potential dance partners and jealously scoured at the exclusive people in their VIP sections. ‘That should be me,’ I thought to myself.
We had almost made it to the DJ booth, deep in the crowd of sweaty partiers. All I wanted was to be a part of one of the VIP sections; I enjoy dancing alone rather than feeling like I’m contracting diseases and swapping sweat from every single person on a dance floor. All of a sudden, I turn to my right, to one of the VIP areas, and lock eyes with the most handsomely striking man. I knew right at that moment, that very second, that he was something special. I pointed at him, he pointed back, and I “ushered” him over to me. He stepped down from his group of friends in their coveted section, wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer and asked “Do you want to come party with us?” uh YEAH DUH!!!!!!
He was dressed like an executive business leader in a deep navy sport coat, a periwinkle dress shirt, silver pants and even a tie. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly tousled – a flawless balance between messy and posh. His eyes sparkled in the florescent lights. He looked like a movie star, like a combination between Zac Efron and Jeremy Sumpter. It’s impossible to describe how fantastic I felt when I realized the attraction was instant and mutual. I was drawn to him in the first 5 seconds – he had presence, appeal, and there were sparks that flew all the way to the moon.
“Yeah, I’m with three girls too.” I said. Another boy in their section rushed over and intruded. “No, you can come in but they can’t, we have too many people.” He said. Which wasn’t true, their ratio of girls to guys was very off. “Well, if my girls can’t come in, I’m not.” I stated. Blondie turned to his friend. “C’mon dude, let them in.” He turned and smiled at me. I stepped over the dividers and up onto the couches in their section with Blondie while my girls headed straight for the VIP platform to dance. Blondie handed me a drink and put his arm around me.
“So, what’s your name?” I asked.
“Jon, or Johnny, you can call me either one.” He smiled. I could have looked at his smile for years. “What’s yours?” he asked. I yelled my name over the music. We just stood there for a second, basking in the glory of each other’s presence, and then I took him up onto the platform, where my ladies had already found eligible bachelors for themselves, and we danced the night away. We quickly learned that Jon and his friends were all in the same frat at the same University; a big party school in the Southwest. They were in Vegas for the celebration of a few 21st birthdays. Rich boys, obviously, who knew how to party and who probably all had trust funds up the wazzu.
One of my girlfriends, Fire, found a handsome frat brother of her own that she latched onto, while Spice and Diva had their fun dancing with each other. Drinks were flowing, the music was uplifting and the club environment was burning with freedom, where everyone lets go of all their inhibitions. Jon and I were having the time of our lives. I was on my A game that night, and I know he could tell I knew what I was doing on the dance floor. The more excited and stimulated he got, the tighter his grip would get on my hips. I would tease him by reaching back and running my hands through his hair, brushing his cheek or grasping the back of his neck. I held back on the kissing though – I wanted him to work for that. At one point, we stopped dancing for a minute to catch our breath and he asked “What are you doing later? Where are you staying?” I responded by telling him that we were in a suite at the Jockey Club (which is a small, 11-story hotel wedged between the Cosmopolitan and the Bellagio), and that we had no plans for the rest of the night. He replied by telling me that they had a penthouse suite on the top floor of the Cosmopolitan for the night. “You guys should come by later! We can have an after-party.” I thought ‘Umm yes please, that sounds like a dream.’
Since my phone was dead, as it always is, I gave him my number and also Fire’s number, just in case. I couldn’t chance him not being able to contact me. At that time, I had no idea that the most memorable, magical night had just begun. Honestly, I thought Jon was just being sweet by mentioning that we meet up after the club – when you meet people in Vegas, they can be flaky. I really didn’t think he had any intention of contacting me….
At about 3:15am, the crowd in the club had begun to decrease and us girls were ready to find the next adventure. I told Jon that my friends wanted to leave, and he replied by saying that he would call me when they were leaving the club so we could meet up later. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, just enough contact to make him hungry for more, and made my exit with the girls.
We left the Wynn and casually caught a cab on the Las Vegas strip. We were on our way back to the Jockey Club when Fire’s phone rings. “Oh my god, it’s Jon!” She exclaimed. She tossed the phone to me and I answered. “Hey, wassup Johnny Boy, you keeping it one-hunnid?” I asked drunkenly. To my surprise, he answered “Yeah, girl, I’m always keepin’ it one-hunnid.” The ghetto black girl inside me was thrilled. He proceeded to tell me that they were leaving the club, headed back to their hotel room, and mentioned that he wanted to see me again. “Give us an hour, we’ll meet up outside of the Cosmopolitan.” I said and hung up. My heart was pounding and I felt on top of the world. It was 3:30am, and I had never felt so exhilarated and alive. I remember turning to the girls and saying “Guys, I’m definitely going to have sex with this guy tonight.” That was the original plan, because after all, it’s Vegas. But as the night went on, my plan changed.
An hour later, after us girls cleaned up the blood, tears, sweat, and spilt drinks from the club (JK about the first two) I grabbed my fully-charged phone and texted Jon. He ended up calling me, and 20-minutes later we met at 4:45am in front of the Cosmopolitan hotel right on the strip. I was with my girls, and he brought a few of his boys, Yake and Fratty Tree, and the seven of us wandered down the LV strip in complete ecstasy. Jon and I wanted to go gamble, and since last time I visited Vegas I had won a sizeable amount of money at O’Shea’s pub & casino, we decided to start our adventure there. As we walked, Jon and I began to get more acquainted with one another. We talked about school, where we live, family, activities, sports, my job, his frat and how attractive we found each other (ha!). In fact, the whole group was very good-looking and classy, as us girls were in our dresses and skirts and the guys were in their sport coats and slacks. Our group arrived at O’Shea’s around 5am, and I’ve gotta say, that’s as dead as I’ve ever seen a casino. There were maybe 15 people gambling about, so the place was ours. Jon sat down at a $5 Blackjack table and motioned for me to sit next to him. He pulled out an $100 bill and set it on the table. I put down $50, and the gambling began. This next hour I had a permanent smile on my face. Whether I had lost my hand or won, it didn’t matter. The group dynamic was amazing. Jon and I were flirting endlessly, high-fiving and celebrating every time one of us would beat the dealer. We were all on an energy high. At one point, Jon and I realized we were wearing the same brand of watch, and it was like the best realization ever. It was ridiculous, but perfect.
Then, at 5:30am, the dealers switched – and to my crazy surprise, it was a dealer whom I had met when I visited Vegas a month ago… and she remembered me! I have no idea how she remembered me, but I remembered her too, and it was such a glorious moment. She had the best energy, and I introduced her to the group. She made our gambling experience even better, if that was even possible. Jon and I kept getting lucky – I think we both won 6 hands in a row at one point. Every time I would get a Blackjack or take his advice on whether to hit or stay, he would say stuff like “atta babe” and “there you go, baby.” Just silly words to most, but to me they meant the world. My original plan of just having sex with the guy was quickly fading, and the desire to really get to know him was slowly starting to set in. He was so ridiculously charming, charismatic, and could make the whole group laugh with just one word or action. His personality was magnetic and captivating. Each time we would touch, a jolt of desire would splash over my whole body. Putting my feelings into words doesn’t even compare to how I felt – it really was indescribable.
Vegas at 6:37am
After Jon and I had both won more money than we put in (around 6:30am), we decided to call it quits and cashed out. Jon had won so much money that he decided to buy everyone a round of shots. AT 6:30 AM?! Yeah why not, it’s Vegas!! We all stumbled to the bar and after taking our shots we wandered outside the casino and realized that it was morning… the sun was beginning to come up. We had stayed up all night, and none of us had really realized the time until right then. Of course, we had to capture the moment, so we asked a random stranger to take a group picture. And everyone still looked stunning, even after our wild night of no-sleep.
The group slowly and drunkenly wandered back towards the Cosmopolitan, where we were finally going to see the boys’ penthouse suite. On our way back, the girls (of course) wanted to take a bunch of group pictures. The four of us kept stopping to take selfies and pictures of the strip at sunrise, and the boys were being so patient with us. We arrived at their penthouse at 7am, where we watched the sun rise above the city. Us girls were in awe of these boys: what college boys have the money for a VIP suite at one of the top ranked clubs in the nation and a penthouse suite in the nicest hotel in Vegas?! We were lucky girls. But they were also lucky guys for meeting us (wink wink). As we were on the penthouse balcony, Jon came over to me and we began to joke around and talk more. He mentioned that he was only in Vegas for that night; he and Yake were heading to Los Angeles that same day to see a football game, and they had to leave Vegas at 9:30am. At the time he told me this, it really hadn’t set in that he was going to leave in a few hours…
At that point, most of the boys were either asleep or too tired to move, so the same three guys (Jon, Yake & Fratty Tree) came back to our Jockey Club suite with us to get breakfast. Except breakfast never happened. We got back to our room around 8am, all exhausted and beginning to wear off the alcohol. Jon followed me into my bedroom, while Fire, Spice and Fratty Tree went into their bedroom, and Diva and Yake sat talking in the kitchen. I can’t remember if I pulled Jon into bed with me or the other way around, but there we were (me half asleep) in my bed of our cozy little suite. Jon was sleepy too; I knew that both of us could have fallen asleep instantly. But the feeling of passion and lust overcame our need for sleep. I was laying there, head on the pillow, eyes closed, the both of us still fully-dressed. He pulled me closer with his strong arms, reached for my chin and very lightly brought his lips to meet mine. His first few kisses were so sexy; they were gentle, soft and somewhat innocent. There was curiosity on both ends, combined with a huge desire to just fall asleep in each other’s arms forever. My extreme insomnia took the reins and after just the first few kisses, I pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. He looked hurt that I had pulled away. “I am just so tired, I’m sorry.” Literally at that point, I felt like a zombie. “Well, wake up.” He responded playfully. He kissed me again, this time more intensely, and it made my body go numb. He got up and started to take his suit, tie and dress-shirt off. That woke me up – I was so anticipatory to see what kind of sculpted figure he had hidden underneath that suit of his. And, not to my surprise, it was beautiful: tan, toned, smooth, tight, not too bulky but definitely not skinny. Perfection. I pulled him back into bed and we continued our passionate kissing session. My hands wanted to explore every inch of him, from his messy, bed-head hair to his strong thighs. We fit together perfectly, our tired yet lustful bodies intertwined. We would be kissing, then he would move to other erogenous areas: my cheek, forehead, nose, chin, then down my neck and onto my chest. His kisses were so delicate and genuine. There was passion behind them, but no force – they didn’t feel like all he wanted from me was some quick action. I would do anything to go back to that moment (and make myself less sleepy). I would give anything to feel his soft lips and body against mine again.
A short while later, our exhaustion got the best of us and we both drifted off to sleep, tangled up in both each other’s bodies and the bed sheets. My head rested in the nook of his shoulder blade and chest, fitting together perfectly like two puzzle pieces. As it was nearing time for Jon to leave, my heart began to pound. I hadn’t really fully put two-and-two together that he was going to leave and the chances of us ever seeing each other again were extremely slim. Suddenly, Yake (who this entire time had been chatting with Diva in the kitchen area) barged into the bedroom.
“Jon, get up. We have to go.” He exclaimed. He came in and did this exact same thing about 10 times before Jon actually shifted out of our intertwinement. Jon would get up, start to put his clothes on, and then would turn towards me, smile, and take it all off again. “I’m not going.” He would say playfully, and would crawl back into bed and start kissing me more. This scenario happened at least 5 times, and by the 6th time Yake was getting upset. “Jon, seriously, you have two minutes, otherwise I will leave you here. Say your good-byes, get her number, and let’s go!”
As slow as humanly possible, Jon got up from the bed and grabbed all of his clothes. I just watched as he slipped into his silver slacks, buttoned up his dress shirt, put on his belt and finally his sport coat and shoes. After he was fully-dressed, he crawled back into bed for one last final embrace. He grabbed the back of my neck, gave my hair a slight tug and gave me the longest, most powerfully passionate kiss. I knew right at that moment that this was good-bye. My body felt weak, I was confused, tired and I wanted to cry. I followed him out of the bedroom and into the entry-way of our suite where Yake was waiting impatiently. I grabbed Jon’s hand in a confusion of gloom and heart-break. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes, and in one motion pushed me up against the wall and began kissing me again. We couldn’t stop, we didn’t want it to be the end. Fire, who came wandering out of her bedroom, chimed up. “You guys had like a seven-hour relationship. Is this the break-up?” I looked deep into Jon’s eyes and responded “Nope, this is until next time.” Jon went in for one last kiss as Yake yanked his jacket and pulled him away from me towards the door. As he was being pulled, he made a motion with his hands, trying to signal a bird. “I’ll come fly to you. I’ll see you again.” he exclaimed. I managed to kiss his hand as he was pulled out the door. It slammed behind them, and he was gone.
Looking back, I am kicking myself for not running after him. I fell asleep almost immediately after he left, and when I woke up (after 3 hours of sleep), I cried silently to myself; I knew I would never see Jon again. How can you feel so incredibly strong about a person, after only a few hours of expectation-less fun, while alcohol is involved as well?! I don’t understand it, but it happened.
It’s been a week since Vegas and I still haven’t heard from Jon. On the plane ride home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to see him again. I know everyone says what happens in Vegas should stay there, but I so desperately want this situation to be different. But I guess since I haven’t heard from him in a week, I should realize that it was an 8-hour Vegas love and it was never meant to be anything more. Vegas, I love and hate you right now. This night will forever be one of the best and worst memories ever.
face up to his and smiled. Instead of smiling back, he said “you’re not watching the movie, are you?” Surprised, I replied “no, not really. I don’t really know what’s going on.” “Me neither.” He said. His strong arms swiftly lifted me up off of him and he flipped over so that most of his body was on top of mine. That’s when he smiled and his bright blue eyes met mine. Our lips quickly met and my tense body relaxed. My hands explored his sculpted physique as the kisses became more intense. I bit his lower lip and his hands grasped my sides in pleasure. All in one motion I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, lifted it up over his head and threw it across the room. I could not believe how perfect his body was: each muscle was completely defined, his skin was perfectly tanned, tight, healthy and gorgeously smooth, with not a hair or blemish in sight.
“Well I’m probably going to stay home and watch a movie or something. You’re more than welcome to join if you want.” I thought that was an appropriate response, but there was no answer for a while. As I waited for his response, I tried to keep myself busy. Was it too much? Was my message too forward? Maybe he really didn’t want to hang out and just didn’t know how to tell me…
Brutally Honest B.S. 