5 posts tagged “las vegas”

The second half of the week

Thursday
We slept in because we didn't go to sleep until 4am. I'm sure we woke up around 11 and had sex. We got brunch and then it was off to rent a car. I was playing navigator and I can't read while sitting in a moving car, so I got a little nauseous. I didn't tell him this though because I didn't want to put a damper on our adventure. I made him listen to the new Britney album as we got lost on our way to the Hoover Dam.

We made it to the dam around 5 and it was dark by then. After a quick walk around, we agreed that it would be a good idea to come back early the next morning. We headed back to the hotel to watch the DVD he brought - the movie Trading Places. I was still full/sick from breakfast so I skipped out on dinner only having a soda while I watched him eat his sandwich.

Then it was time to get ready to go out. The Canadian is an industrial music fan. One of our first conversations back on the cruise was about how he used to go to goth clubs. I thought it would be fun for us to go to a goth club while in Vegas. The club turned out to be a dud. Poor music selection, not industrial enough for him. The Vegas goth regulars came out, but not the A-listers. We called it a night and went back to the hotel for more sex and sleep.

Friday
We woke up and resisted our lustful urges as to get an early start to the Hoover Dam. Traffic was only half as bad as the night before. We spent a good part of our day there sight seeing, taking photos, walking through the visitor center. We got back to Vegas that afternoon for a meal and a nap. Tonight was another hot goth club night and I saved my sexy outfit for tonight. I even brought my riding crop as a prop.

We were the new hot couple on the scene.

We left the club around 2. He wanted to eat pizza and made me get a slice. I'm pretty sure we had sex again and then a shower together. Honestly, I can't remember what we did in bed and when.

Saturday
We had no plans in the morning. We just slept it. This morning started the same as the rest - a cuddle, a hello, a few kisses, then naked and fucking. That morning we had sex for 2 hours. We took video of ourselves, but I made him erase it before we could even watch it. I was just too embarrassed. We also took photos which I made him erase.

The only plans we had to today was a nice steak dinner and to see my very first nudie show. We took a stroll and did some gambling. I played the penny slots then watched him lose his money at Blackjack. That evening we got all dolled up. It was dinner at craftsteak and then to see the Crazy Horse Paris show which I've always wanted to see.

We were a real couple.

Sunday
We packed most of our stuff the day before. It was so surreal. It felt like we'd been together for bit just to be ripped apart. A week in Vegas sounds like a long time, but really it isn't. His flight left before mine, but we decided to go to the airport together even though that meant a 3 hour wait in the airport for me.

We had quickie sex and a shower before checking out of our room.

Our last hour together was the second toughest moment of our trip (the first being our "talk" resulting in my cryfest). His palms were sweaty from anxiety. It was like being on the cruise all over again. He left first that time too. I wanted to cry, but kept myself together. If I lost it I knew he would too and that would make him feel uncomfortable. I had to be strong for him.

And then he was gone.

I walked around the airport. Pigged out on junk food because of emotional stress. I just wanted to go home, go online and chat with him. We both landed in our cities around the same time - me at 4:30PST and him around 7:30EST. I was waiting online for him when he got home.

Weren't we just in each others' presence 12 hours ago?

So, that was my trip. It was a good trip. We do have something, but is it enough? I thought so, but maybe I spoke too soon.

To be continued...

So. Details. Here they are. The first half - 2008.

Sunday
Flew into Vegas in the afternoon. The Canadian was waiting at the airport for 2 hours because his plane landed before mine. He greeted me at the baggage claim with roses and a stuffed monkey plush. It was obvious that we were nervous. Do we hug? Do we kiss? We already fucked.

We just hugged.

After gathering our luggage we went to check into the hotel. Waited foreeeeeeever at the front desk, but got our room with a promise of a better room (higher floor) the next day. Dropped off the bags and then we went in search of food. We ended up at the Asian restaurant in the hotel. Afterwards we took a stroll along The Strip, then it was off to bed early. Our hot air balloon ride waited for us the next morning.

Monday
Woke up superduper early. Singed my hair with the hotel hairdryer. Initially the hot air balloon ride was just going to be the two of us...and the balloon operator. However, when the guy picked us up we were greeted by two other girls in the van. Big girls. Very nice girls (it was the birthday of one of them), but a bit of a bummer because it was no longer a romantic private hot air balloon ride. Also, the basket ended up being rather small, so we were all squished inside.

So, maybe it was romantic afterall.

After the ride, the balloon crew shared some mimosas and hors d'oeuvres. We went back to the hotel after that to warm up (it was freezing that morning) and went back to sleep. We woke up two hours later, started to make out which lead to...sex.

By this time The Canadian was starving. We went out for brunch and the best place for breakfast at lunch? Denny's! We took a long, leisurely stroll down The Strip to the nearest and busiest Denny's, then took our sweet time back. Our new room was ready by this time. It was off to the 31st floor to finally unpack our things and really get settled into our little hook-up shack for the next week.

That evening was a rough one. We were having sex when The Canadian hinted at wanting a blowjob. That's when I stopped and said,

What are we? What are we doing here?

We're here to see if there's anything between us. As for who we are, I don't know. I think that the physical distance will kill us because this [hugs me tight] can't be reproduced.

Not really the answer I was looking for. Not at all.

I started to cry.

I cried on and off for about an hour. I couldn't say a word. What did he mean? What did he want from me? Did he want to end it after the vacation? Was it over before it began? My mind was racing. I just felt so crushed. I just didn't know what to do besides cry.

After I calmed down a bit he asked me what my ideal situation would be. Now?

To go on as we are - video chatting and visiting each other as often as we can. It was a lie.

He asked me what do I get out of all this.

I get to be with a great guy who treats me better than any other guy I've met.

That wasn't a good enough answer for him.

What do you want me to say, The Canadian? You want me to end it and say, "you're right. It's not enough?"

No, he wants us to go on as we are. He didn't mean to imply that we end things, but being the pragmatic guy that he is he can't deny that with our distance we could meet someone else at any moment.

But that can happen even if we lived in the same city.

In the end we didn't come to an answer. We agreed to go on like we have been. We started having sex again. I gave him a blowjob.

But not a very good one.

Tuesday
The Canadian booked the hot air balloon, so I booked our Tuesday spa day. After much research I booked us a couples massage at Drift Spa at Palms Place. Most spas don't have a common co-ed area, so you can only hang out with your other if you book a couples treatment. I wanted us to have a common place to hang out after the treatment and Drift Spa has a co-ed hammam, a Turkish sauna room.

The treatment I booked included an aromatherapy bath. As we sat in the bath The Canadian asked if I thought people did it in the tub. Well, duh! But only a quickie since the massage therapists would be back in 20 minutes. So, we proceeded to have sex in the tub and finished in time to dry off for our hour long massages. It was fantastic. The sex and massage. After that we hung out in the hammam, but didn't have much privacy as another couple was in there. It was a stare down between us and the other couple, but finally it got too hot for me in the sauna and The Canadian was hungry again, so we left first.

For lunch we went to the buffet in Bellagio and then proceeded to get lost trying to get out of the huge hotel. We finally got back and took a nap. Before dinner we watched The Best of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog DVD. It's one of my favorites and The Canadian had never seen all the Triumph skits. We just laughed our asses off. We then talked about our plans for the next day - New Year's Eve.

Wednesday
The plan was to wake up early, rent a car and get out of town. Come back before they start closing off The Strip, take a nap and wake up in the early evening so we could stay up late for the countdown and madness afterward.

That didn't happen.

Instead we woke up and proceeded to have sex. Then fell back to sleep. Woke up again a couple hours later and went out to eat. We walked all the way down to the north end of The Strip and back, even stopping at Fashion Show Mall because I wanted to do some belated holiday shopping. 3 hours later we were back at our hotel, but missed our window to rent the car. The Strip was closing down soon, so we went to bed again. We woke up to find The Strip party was just beginning. Everyone was headed towards the north end of The Strip and we were baffled. But that's because we forgot the Robbie Knievel was doing a (fake) daredevil stunt to jump over the new Mirage volcano.

Whatever.

We had a couple hours to kill, so it was back to the hotel to drink our champagne. Around 11:30 we joined the revelers on the corner of Las Vegas and Tropicana. We screamed our lungs out at midnight. He did one of those really loud whistles guys do at sporting events (ouch my ears) and I got my very first New Year's kiss. We hung out for a bit, but decided to head back to the hotel. I suggested we order some porn - Japanese porn since he's never seen that kind. That got him really excited. We had two more drinks at this makeshift bar the hotel set up. Then it was off to our room for porn and sex.

The porn was meh. Our sex was hot. The movie summaries were completely inaccurate. One movie was described as being about "horny Japanese housewives fighting over the biggest (ha!) packages". Well, you could hardly tell they were housewives at all. No "let me open the door for the delivery man" or even, forgive me, a lady with an apron and a wooden spoon. Anyway, it got The Canadian going.

Hi everyone. I'm back. Have been back for a few hours actually, but had to unpack, get something to eat, talk to The Canadian via video chat.

I really miss him.

Anyway, I have a lot to update you on. It's kinda racy sooooooo it's going to be a neighborhood post only. I'm slowly catching up with your blogs, so please be patient with me.

I'm going to Vegas.

I'm also going on hiatus from writing on this blog. I'll still be reading my neighborhood posts, but I've decided to take a break from writing about my dating life and actually participate in my dating life.

I'm the type of person who is easily influenced by other people's opinions. That's why I have a hard time vocalizing my own thoughts and feelings or even recognizing what I feel instead how other people tell me what I should feel. I know, VOX neighbors, that through reading this blog you may have become invested in me, and I'm so grateful since we haven't even met in real life.

But this part of my life I want to do on my own.

And that means, for me, that I have to take 100% of my privacy back.

I hope you'll understand.