Flying to Las Vegas. Wait at the airport lead to a .7% day trading gain with an early market gap close play. : ) a delayed flight meant a 3 hr wait for connection. : (
Breakfast $11...coffee amazing, omelette francais underwhelming. So I'm walking thru the airport, staring at my phone when I looked up and noticed a beautiful woman noticing me. I didn't talk to her...didn't need to. It just brightened my day. It reminded me to always pay attention to what's going on around you. You never know when something might make your day. If you're not present, you might miss out on a wonderful moment.
It also reminded me of a layover in Dallas once when I noticed a beautiful woman noticing me. I was coming back from business meetings & dressed pretty sharply. She was walking toward the gate where I was seated. We made eye contact & I smiled. In response she smiled and started walking my way. She sat down in the seat next to me and immediately began speaking. She was flustered after having to book a last minute flight to Cali...and upset at what I first thought was just having to spend so much money on the flight. She said she'd just found out she had to leave that morning. She didn't pack anything, just threw on her clothes and had a friend drop her at the airport. I'm thinking death in the family or some family emergency at this point. She then went into detail about being embarrassed that she was at the airport without her hair done, not fixed up like she normally was and wearing only her workout sweats...she emphasized again "I mean ONLY my workout sweats. I don't even have on anything under here." She was profoundly gorgeous and was wearing one of those Victoria's Secret workout suits, baggy pants that clung to a perfectly shaped ass with a hoodie zipped down far enough to show off an amazing boob job. She kept talking. "I just can't believe I'm doing this." I thought, okay I'll bite. I asked what was in California.
Her soon to be ex boyfriend/fiancee. He was a semi-pro ball player. He was playing for the Padres minor league team, if I correctly recall. She had just found out that he was living with a lover out there, the whole time they had been together. He was out of town, and the girl next to me had been suspicious for a while. So she decided to call his house to see if anyone was there. The "other woman" answered the phone when she called. They got to talking and both had been in the dark. Now my new friend from Dallas was flying out to confront him...and she wanted it to hurt. She wanted something painful to throw in his face when she saw him. She wanted to find a guy to take her right there in the airport! I was in total shock and awe. She laid it on thicker than a 40 yr old bar fly pounding shots of Patron. I had never seen a woman that aggressive about wanting to fuck some guy...especially me. At this point I'm having a crisis of character. On the con side, this chick is clearly not in a stable place mentally or emotionally, you're running the risk of getting busted banging some strange woman in a back room at the airport, you're helping somebody extract vengeful justice on some unsuspecting dude (though possibly deservedly so), and at the time I was in love with Rey...it seems like there were more cons back then, but in retrospect, I'm having a hard time coming up with any. Now on the pro side - really?
Breakfast $11...coffee amazing, omelette francais underwhelming. So I'm walking thru the airport, staring at my phone when I looked up and noticed a beautiful woman noticing me. I didn't talk to her...didn't need to. It just brightened my day. It reminded me to always pay attention to what's going on around you. You never know when something might make your day. If you're not present, you might miss out on a wonderful moment.
It also reminded me of a layover in Dallas once when I noticed a beautiful woman noticing me. I was coming back from business meetings & dressed pretty sharply. She was walking toward the gate where I was seated. We made eye contact & I smiled. In response she smiled and started walking my way. She sat down in the seat next to me and immediately began speaking. She was flustered after having to book a last minute flight to Cali...and upset at what I first thought was just having to spend so much money on the flight. She said she'd just found out she had to leave that morning. She didn't pack anything, just threw on her clothes and had a friend drop her at the airport. I'm thinking death in the family or some family emergency at this point. She then went into detail about being embarrassed that she was at the airport without her hair done, not fixed up like she normally was and wearing only her workout sweats...she emphasized again "I mean ONLY my workout sweats. I don't even have on anything under here." She was profoundly gorgeous and was wearing one of those Victoria's Secret workout suits, baggy pants that clung to a perfectly shaped ass with a hoodie zipped down far enough to show off an amazing boob job. She kept talking. "I just can't believe I'm doing this." I thought, okay I'll bite. I asked what was in California.
Her soon to be ex boyfriend/fiancee. He was a semi-pro ball player. He was playing for the Padres minor league team, if I correctly recall. She had just found out that he was living with a lover out there, the whole time they had been together. He was out of town, and the girl next to me had been suspicious for a while. So she decided to call his house to see if anyone was there. The "other woman" answered the phone when she called. They got to talking and both had been in the dark. Now my new friend from Dallas was flying out to confront him...and she wanted it to hurt. She wanted something painful to throw in his face when she saw him. She wanted to find a guy to take her right there in the airport! I was in total shock and awe. She laid it on thicker than a 40 yr old bar fly pounding shots of Patron. I had never seen a woman that aggressive about wanting to fuck some guy...especially me. At this point I'm having a crisis of character. On the con side, this chick is clearly not in a stable place mentally or emotionally, you're running the risk of getting busted banging some strange woman in a back room at the airport, you're helping somebody extract vengeful justice on some unsuspecting dude (though possibly deservedly so), and at the time I was in love with Rey...it seems like there were more cons back then, but in retrospect, I'm having a hard time coming up with any. Now on the pro side - really?
So I wished her the best, told her I was sorry for her terrible situation, and reassured her that she was amazing and phenomenally beautiful. That's what she really needed. Like most women, she thought she'd find affirmation of her value and appeal somewhere in the sweat and cum of a hot and sexy, yet ultimately devaluing and demoralizing, random tryst. I wasn't gonna be the one that did that to her. Score one for the good guys.
Met Tomcat in the bar and grabbed a Woodford Reserve on the rocks. he left after a few minutes to get back to the conference.
I put $10 in a dollar slot and won $20 right off. Should have walked. Ended up giving it back plus $15 more. I've always been pretty good at winning...its walking away when I'm up that always seems to get me.
Dinner with the conference crew...boring. Met a girl with a really odd name (an adjective like Teensy only she wasn't) at our table. She'd just graduated from Stanford and was working with her mom's business. Fun girl, energetic, smart and happy. Wish she hadn't been so plump. Might have started up a little fun with her. Later at night she wanted to come up to the room, but it was already 2:30 a.m. pacific time...4:30 my time, and I had just passed out. Didn't get her text til I woke up Thursday at 7:30.
The reason I had just passed out was that after dinner, Tomcat and I skipped out of the presentations early...because they were so pretentiously peppy and still somehow boring as hell.
Went down on the strip & showed him Vegas for his first time. Hit a couple of the hotels, Caesars, Palazzo, Venetian, and walked til our feet were burning before settling in at the Encore, where a dance club was opening in half an hour. Sat down at the 4 card poker table and put down $100 to kill time. Won my first 4 hands in a row, and was up $50. But remember what I said about walking away when I'm up? Left the spunky dealer with $35 of my money. I guess they needed it more than I did. Fun game though.
Upon finding out that the cover to the club was $40 each, we decided to grab a drink and go back to the Hilton. But at the bar, these two girls struck up a fun conversation.
They convinced us to take them to the dance club and said their friend could get us in for free. Didn't happen. When the cover was still gonna hit us for $80 (girls were free) we bailed out and caught a cab to the room.
Now by this time, I'm already thinking these girls are way too easy to please and willing to follow us. But I ignored my good sense and invited them up. Along the way, it came up that they were dancers at a strip club. (More bad omens)
Then they offered to call in and have a hundred dollars worth of "party favor" (code for coke) delivered, and share that, some drinks, and dinner. They didn't care what...hadn't eaten all day. Okay, now I'm sure of it.
As if on cue, the hotter, black one said "okay, guys, what's the plan tonight? We gonna party? I mean you already know we're dancers, so you know where this is going. We gonna be makin some money tonight?" Tomcat looked like he'd just been handed a ticking time bomb and stood there speechless with his mouth hanging open.
I said, " Yeah, I was afraid that was gonna come up. And man, we were having such a great time with you girls." I didn't want to spend the night with these hookers. I did however want the blow and the food, so we let them hang out for a while. We laid in the beds just laughing and hanging out while hey told us all about the way their escort service worked and how much time they had to spend "laying down on the job." Turns out the hotter one, "Jade", was on her 8th day straight...eew.
The stories were hilarious though. I guess a lot of the guys that call have weird fetishes that regular women won't indulge. Jade even showed us a picture she had taken of a fat, hairy guy while he was having her smash his balls with her feet while he laid face down on the floor.
Again...eew. Definitely not dipping my wick in either of these girls. I was curious about the price though. Entirely negotiable. They have to pay their service $300 a day to set them up & keep them safe. 100 girls worked there...$30K a day. Wow. Everything over the $300 the girls kept. Jade usually got around a thousand for the whole package.
Interestingly, because we were having such a good time, the girls really wanted to stay. I'm also assuming it's much nicer to bang 2 young, fit guys instead of their typical customers. Jade offered for both of them to stay for the $200 in cash I had sitting there. Tempting...very tempting. But eew.
Their connection sowed up downstairs and we went to the valet area to meet. Big, beefy 50 cent looking brother in a sports car. Couldn't tell what kind. Standing there waiting, I noticed 3 other hot working girls hanging around the entrance. Who knew Vegas had so many hookers? Oh yeah, everybody.
Pure snow. Light you up, keep you up, pure snow...and a bunch of it. Well worth my $100.
Hung out in the room with the girls and got room service, bottle of Ketel One vodka and two plates of chicken strips. Started in on the vodka which came up first, thank you Alberto.
But it had been 2 hours at that point and the girls really needed to go try to make some money. Their service kept calling and nagging them to get back. They were going to owe the $300 whether they worked or not. We were having fun, but if we weren't paying for them to stay, they weren't paying to stay either. All of us a bit bummed about the whole thing, we parted on really friendly terms and they headed back to work.
But it had been 2 hours at that point and the girls really needed to go try to make some money. Their service kept calling and nagging them to get back. They were going to owe the $300 whether they worked or not. We were having fun, but if we weren't paying for them to stay, they weren't paying to stay either. All of us a bit bummed about the whole thing, we parted on really friendly terms and they headed back to work.
The chicken showed up with a bill for $125. Thank you again, Alberto. Should have skipped the room service and paid the girls. Eew.
These are my glory days.
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