In their freshman year the Vegas Golden Knights are in the Stanley playoffs. That’s pretty awesome for them. They lost tonight, game 2, so it’s now tied. Everyone suspects it’s going to go the full 7 games.
Las Vegas does hockey in its own way. Game openers are as ostentatious and acrobatic as all the other shows on the Vegas strip. Me personally I’m dying for a little something simple. Oh sure I’m rooting for the VGK but I’m not invested. The Caps are a great team but they’ve always been a great hockey team. Meh. I’m on the hunt for a lounge I can drink my drink, write, and maybe listen to a piano player. Conservative and low key.
In my opinion, Prince Harry is far more attractive, but I would get on with Prince William much, much better. The reason being, William is more conservative in public. I have never wanted to date a guy who, even directly across from an ocean, patron anywhere a shirt isn’t required. I’m simply incapable dining with (anyone)who isn’t wearing a shirt. It’s in part why I avoid the Vegas strip during summer months. I hate loud shirtless crowds. Ever notice the less clothes people wear, the louder they get?
It’s up to 100 plus degrees here in Vegas. I’ve been looking at apartments online in China Town. I don’t need much. I have a one bedroom apartment now and the only reason I go into the bedroom, aside from getting dressed, is because it separates the vanity/bathroom from the living room.
I was off today. I left the apartment once briefly to get tacos. That’s it. It was 100 mother fu!*#%! degrees out. Miserable-hot. Summer has arrived. It’s going to be 105 degrees Sunday and Monday. Aside from going out for tacos, I was on my couch all day online searching apartments and looking for extra work.
I hate living alone. I’ve been living alone for the past six months, and I hate it. But try finding other people to live with who don’t have kids, or a ton of baggage and drama, and that just doesn’t exist with people my age. I literally have zero drama. I have no kids, no pets, no ex’s who live in Vegas, I’ve barely dated since I’ve been here, I’m responsible, and I have a steady reliable job.
Whatever happened to dating? You know DATING. We both get dressed up, you pick me up, we go out for drinks, catch a show, flirt, heavy petting, kissing, build it up all night for some midnight stranger danger, and be home in our own beds (or couch) by 3am — DATING.
I really need to stop sleeping on my couch.
And another thing...
Yes, DRINKS.
I cannot, will not, date someone who doesn’t appreciate a nice bottle of wine. I just can’t. You’re alien to me if you don’t drink the grape. Wine is a HUGE part of my social life.
Dating mostly consists of food/wine, sex, and sleeping, and we already know I don’t sleep in my bed, so...
Wine is a big part of my life. If we can’t eat an occasional Asian dinner together and share a nice bottle of wine, we’re over before it starts. Good wine and company is a huge aphrodisiac for me. — I have a crush on Nevada’s governor. I bet a bottle of wine with him would result in A LOT of fun. Plus he’s in my age range. We’re both divorced. A girl can dream. And he can’t run for re-election. He’s hit the term limit.
In the eleven months I’ve now lived in Vegas, based on social media accounts, governor Sandoval is the only man I think I could realistically date. If we ever actually met, and I found out he doesn’t drink wine, fuck it, I will officially give up and start collecting cats.
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