Vegas, baby! (Part Two)

I won $2.76 from the penny slots in Vegas. I lost $20 playing War. (Yes, I'm serious!) I didn't play any Texas Hold 'Em because I was admittedly too timid and I was by myself the whole time so I didn't have anyone there to give me false confidence. I will attempt to rectify this situation by dragging SOMEONE with me to Indiana, where they apparently have Vegas-esque casinos somewhere over the border, or maybe on the river.

The trip was good. My room was 27 floors up and looked out over the strip. I could see the Bellagio, Caesars Palace, Planet Hollywood and in the distance, the Palms and the Rio (which is purple and blue and has a big, androgynous Prince symbol on the side.) No, I didn't take any photos. I forgot my camera.

I am going to Chicago next Sunday through Tuesday for another trade show, though, so maybe I will take some photos then. I heart Chicago, it is my favorite city in the world and I'm happy to be going! I have friends there so that will be fun to see them. Plus, the show is a restaurant show, so there will be food in addition to work. Yippee! For lunch, I'll get to just take a little stroll instead of going to a restaurant.

Other than that, nothing much is really going on. I am talking to some guys through Match but nothing has really materialized. The players (both past and present, as per the last official Cingle in the City post):

Miami Boy: Didn't work out. We watched a movie one night and made out. Things could have gone farther, but I didn't want to put out since we haven't really dated all that long. Good thing. He arranged a date with me a month ago and then broke with some excuse (legit or not) about running into a guy from his church that he really wanted to hang out with. I haven't heard from him since. And since he was the one to break the date, he should have to be the one to call, right? Anyway, I'm not all that upset. There are others.

Tommy the Talker: Tommy the Talker has turned into Tommy the Stalker. There are two signs that pointed to trouble. 1) He is a man over the age of 15 who still goes by the name "Tommy" and B) He would Not. Shut. Up. Seriously, the boy could talk for a good 10 minutes with only "uh-huh" and "you don't say" as encouragement. I politely lied and told him I was going to start seeing one person and one person only. He wanted to meet up with me while we were both in Dayton for Easter (random story, but I said no b/c duh, I'm with my friends and family) and has since asked me out twice. I do not return his text messages. If it keeps up, I'm going to have to tell him the real reason that I stopped seeing him.

Double M, aka Mike: God, I love this kid. In the "you're my brother or my best friend" way. Neither one of us was trying to move the relationship forward on any level, and so finally I broke down and said that we should just be friends. He agreed and I think we are actually going to try to be friends. Woo! Seriously, Mike is an awesome guy and I'm really hoping he comes through on this friends thing, because I have a great time with him and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way.

The Producer: Not sure if I mentioned him, but he is actually a music manager for a rather well known singer and is currently tour managin a rather well known alt-pop band. He's been gone for a month. We get along really well, I happen to love his employer's music and I hope that once he is in town we'll get to see eachother more often.

Potential Boy: For lack of a better nickname, Potential Boy has.... errr... potential. His profile struck me immediately as witty, funny and confident. We've exchanged a few emails. I have high hopes for this one, but I tend to have high hopes for all of the guys who might potentially work out and then I get disappointed when they don't work out. So we'll see.

Audi Guy: Sells Audis. Finishing his degree in Marketing. Seems handsome and down to earth in his profile and emails. We've exchanged numbers and will see how the phone works out. Potential drawbacks: He has a name that I'm not sure I can get behind (it's totally dumb, but I don't like the name Bruce. It conjurs up images of a gym teacher with a porn-stache and short shorts. Don't know why, so don't ask for an explanation.); in addition to the "bad" name, he owns a toy fox terrier. What self-respecting guy owns a miniature dog? Maybe he is secure in his manhood... that could be a good thing for my womanhood if you know what I'm saying.

And finally, Scott: I have no nickname for Scott. We've exchanged lots of emails and a few calls. We have little phone chemistry because he inserts his foot into his mouth regularly and I get annoyed with his inane questions. But his emails are fantastic! So I'm hoping that the bad phone chemistry is just nerves. I think we are going to meet soon, I'll let you know. Regardless, he also seems like a great guy so we'll see what happens.

I should note that I have so many current prospects because my friend Lil Kim at work is also doing the Match.com thing and we've begun to trade notes, and to compare dates to see who we might have in common. I went "wink happy" at her suggestion, so now I'm fully back into the swing of things after several uneventful (and sexless, as we know) weeks.

Okay, that is it from me! I'm headed to bed! Also, I'm taking recommendations for good restaurants in Chicago, though it is home to my favorite, Cafe Ba-ba-reeba! It's a Spanish tapas restaurant and it makes you want to yell "ole!"