It ain't over til Celine Dion sings!

And she has laryngitis, so it truly isn't over.

Even though I end things... Even though I may say "don't call me"... most of them still call or email or text or instant message.

LegalSeafoods: He's instant messenging me as I write this.

Harvard Business School (HBS): constantly begs me to visit him in Milwaukee.

Ex-Boyfriend: Keeps in touch platonically. It works out well. I just asked him for sex advice. (I know!)

Strays here and there: When are we gonna hang out again???

And now... LV.
He said he wanted a serious relationship. I said no. I knew I'd hear from him again, but I wasn't expecting to hear from him as soon as I did.

I'd say about 2 weeks after things ended before they even really began, he emailed me and asked if I had any free time coming up to come to Vegas.

HBS played this game with me a few months ago. He expected me to plan my trip out Milwaukee. Please... you want me, you do the work.

And that's exactly what LV did. I told him the weekend of Dec 3rd. A half an hour later, he emailed me my flight itinerary.

I flew into Vegas Friday night. On the flight there, I got drunk with the girl next to me and we chatted about all about Vegas and whatnot... you know that whole "I'm drunk and you're my new best friend" deal.

I arrived at midnight East Coast Time. LV picked me up and drove me around the strip. We then went to a new hotel called Red Rock and met up with his old boss and a few clients. I wasn't tired at all, so we played craps until 5am EST. My first time rolling the dice I hit the dealer, but afterwards I kept hitting the wall as I should and it was a blast!

Saturday I wanted to walk around the casinos and watch LV play in a poker tournament. He had a couple tournaments to choose from, and each could go for 4+ hours depending on how well he did. Since he tends to make the final table he told me it would be boring to watch him for 4+ hours, so he gave me $1000 and told me to go have some fun and call him when I'm done or if I need more money.

I know you think I'm joking, but I assure you that he was for real. I took the money and went straight to the shops in Ceasar's palace. LV called me before I was done because some amateur nailed him 2 hours into the tournament.

Bad for LV. Good for me to have cash... and now his credit card.

Purchases:
Purse from Louis Vuitton $650
Sunglasses from Gucci $300
Shoes from Burberry $250
Dress from Intermix $270
Headband from Burberry $65

After shopping, I sat and watched him go almost all the way in the second tournament. I figure sitting around and watching him play for 5 hours is worth $1500 in designer fun.

Unfortunately he didn't make it to the final table, but we went back to Red Rock and won some money playing craps. We slept well last night and he dropped me off at the airport this morning.

I got home a couple hours ago, and I actually wondered whether LV had fun. He spent thousands just to have me visit for 2 nights. I wouldn't spend that kind of money on any man.

The second I landed, I got a text saying he missed me already. So yes he had fun.

Will I see him again?

Maybe

Do I care?

Nah

VIVA LAS VEGAS!

(and I'll admit I am bummed that I didn't get to see Celine Dion sing. I hope she feels better soon!)

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Au Revoir LV

In my last post I wrote that I'm quick to drop men, and yesterday I had to drop LV. We didn't even get a chance to spend any time together, neither in the bedroom nor in the mall.

I have a problem. Men fall in love with me. I know most women would love to have this problem, but it's a HUGE pain in the ass. I make it very clear that I want a casual relationship. I describe what I'm looking for in detail, and most men agree to it. Hell they get to fuck me... and whomever else!

The reality is they're just saying what they think I want to hear just to stay with me. They're hoping I will change, maybe even that they will change me. They're hoping I'll see how perfect we are together, look forward to getting married and make beautiful babies.

When did men turn into women?

As much as I love what the womens' movement has done for basic rights, fairness and freedom, I do blame it for what it has done to men. Most men are pussies. Most need me to take charge in the bedroom. Most cry before I even get comfortable holding their hands.

I want a man to be a man. Walk half a step ahead of me. Hold the door for me. Show me off as your trophy. Kiss me goodbye in the morning and make love to me when you return from work. Take charge in the bedroom. But most importantly, Be PATIENT with me.

I don't jump into a relationship of any sort just for the hell of it, but I will jump out of one faster than speedy gonzalez.

And so I had to bid farewell to LV. There's not enough sugar in the world to get me into a long-term relationship that I'm not interested in. Not enough sugar to pull me out of medical school and drop my dreams. Not enough sugar to move across the country to be with him.

Au revoir LV. J'espere que tu trouves ton amour.

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Smile

I just read one of my friend's away messages. "Smile. It makes people wonder what you've been up to."

It's true. I smile quite a bit, and I'm always up to something.

Tonight, I met with a potential sugar daddy. I know I know. It makes me a whore, prostitute, whatever you want to call it. But I assure you that this has been a long process. Almost 2 years.

I didn't hear the term until after college. I read about it on craigslist, and I was appalled! Who would do that?

But of course... I pursued it.

First, I tried to get the definition. No consensus. Then I posted for a daddy. No luck. Then I responded to posts to be a baby. Nothing satisfied me.

On and off for 2 years I tried to find something that worked. I finally realized that sugar daddy/sugar baby is a unique relationship that is different for each individual couple.

And when I realized this... I met Las Vegas. I'll call him LV for short.... only because I might be wearing some more Louis Vuitton thanks to him.

We met for the first time tonight and went out for steak at Mortons. Fabulous as expected. I fully intended this evening to be experimental. A typical "date" perhaps. We meet, chat, have great conversation. He pays. I say thanks. That's my general routine.

But tonight we talked about an arrangement. I didn't believe it was possible, but we had chemistry. He laid down an offer. Shit, I'd have sex with him for free... but that offer... well it's the kind of freedom any human... er sugar baby... would ask for.

So I'll be seeing LV again.... and next time you see me, you'll know why I'm smiling.

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