Two trips here, Two trip there

First and foremost, I should announce that I passed my board exam. Thank God! It's not my last board exam, but it's the last one that will involve all the topics of medicine I hate.

Ok, so I booked my trip to Denver in August to visit NotMexican. In fact, I booked a second trip in September for his birthday. There... I did it.

And no one could be happier than NotMexican. His biggest insecurity for the past couple of weeks was the fear that I wouldn't book a trip and thus hasten the demise of our relationship.

I don't want that... ever.

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Not welcomed in Miami

So i hadn't told you guys too much about my internet dating, but I did join a sugar daddy website. I won't hold anything back. It is a fantasy of mine to be a trophy. The problem I have is that most men find my education to be rather intimidating.

I'll never understand why since most men complain that they want a good-looking woman with whom they can discuss almost any topic. Though I think that is simply their fantasy as well.

And how often does the fantasy become a reality?

My guess is next to never. 

I met G-miami on the sugar daddy website years ago. We chatted, but nothing ever happened. I cancelled my profile and went on with my studies. Since moving to Denver, I thought it might be fun to try the site again. This year, after all, is MY year to do as I damn well please.

G-miami found me on the site again and emailed. This time we started chatting on the phone and quickly made plans for me to go to Miami to meet him. 

I should have known from our phone conversations that we weren't going to work out. He was awkward on the phone and made stupid jokes. I hate it when people crack stupid jokes. 

He did look like his picture, but he was really short. He also didn't look as hot as I expected him to. He thought I was hot, better looking than my pics. 

He took me out to some nice restaurants. We had pretty good conversation, but all he talked about was my looks and how I'm as driven as his brother... and how he thinks his brother is an a$$hole.

Fabulous.

We slept in separate beds. He never made a move. And by the third morning he asked me if we were friends. I said sure. He said that he thinks it would be better if I left a day early since that was all we would be. And then he told me he had already changed my flight.

I was disappointed that we didn't connect, and the rest of my time with him actually ended up being more torturous as he continued to talk about my beauty and cling to me when he didn't even like to go out to drink and socialize. I ended up feeling like a baby-sitter.

I was so happy to get back to Denver Friday. I went out with Blondie and then had a great day tubing with friends on Saturday. 

Sometimes I think I should stick to meeting men at bars since I know they'll click with me just on the drinking/socialization alone. Sometimes I wonder if I should focus on myself and figure out why I do these crazy things I do.

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Moving Out and Driving

I have officially moved out of my apartment in Beacon Hill. I must say I am very happy to be out of that tiny tiny room, but I will miss living there. I won't miss my current roommate, but I will miss her when I'm drunk.

The good news is that I will be back in Beacon Hill (hopefully) about a year from now. I am looking forward to my adventure in Colorado, but I'm also starting to freak out about it.

I've never left Boston. I know this city so well. I can walk everywhere from anywhere. Denver is different. I don't know yet if I'll need a car. (God I hope not)

Let me sidetrack with a driving story. Last night was the medical school gala. RedSox and Madge came over for pre-drinks. RedSox left his emergency lights on for almost an hour, and of course the car wouldn't start when it was time to go.

Madge and RedSox decided they would push the car and I would drive it in neutral down the hill to the gas station. I was scared to death though. Me trying to turn the wheel on that giant escalade was just not working out... and I ended up blocking an entire street. 

Madge and I flagged down cars and this nice lady let us jump from her car. We had help from a DiningIn delivery guy and then off we went to gala.

So the moral of this story is probably that I should never drive an escalade... Please God let me find a great bus route or bike in Denver.

Anyway, I'm home in Andover with my mom and the cat. Sebastien has actually lost a ton of weight living with my parents. He looks like a totally different cat. 

Tomorrow I'm off to sunny Los Angeles for a month, then Peru for a week, then back to Boston for 2 weeks, then off to Denver for 13 months. 

Wow.... what did I get myself into? 

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I love the Navy... and San Diego

When I got the interview offer from the Naval hospital, I couldn't be more excited. All I could think was MEN MEN MEN MEN MEN MEN MEN... did I mention Men?

The navy did deliver. I think I had whiplash walking through the hospital. 

The interviews were TOUGH though. They were the most formal and "typical" with questions about strengths and weaknesses, failures, triumphs, favorite thing about med school, etc.

I was prepared but unprepared because I just hadn't reviewed those answers in a while. I hope I did ok, but I'm not sure... especially the first interview. I swear the doc/lieutenant didn't even crack a smile.

Now let's talk about San Diego. Here's the city in a nutshell:

Mexicans, Mexicans, Homeless, HOTTIE!

Homeless, Mexicans, Homeless, HOTTIE!

I'd probably have fun, but I don't think I'd find a hottie with a brain who is unmarried. 

On to the rest of San Diego. I did have the chance to re-unite with one of my best friends from college... and WhiteRapper joined me for the weekend.

In a nutshell, we had a fun weekend exploring San Diego. I did fabulous dessert, the zoo and sportfishing... yes, I went fishing... and I probably won't ever again.

I wish I could write more thoughtfully, but I don't have much to say. It's all what it is. *I* am just tired. Now that interviews are almost done, I'm scared. I'm afraid I won't match. In fact, there's a good chance I won't.

But there is a good chance I will... I just have to impress the chief... I hope he trusts me when I tell him I will not fail.

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Tap the Rockies

I just had my first interviews for the preliminary year in Denver. The first interview I kinda screwed up a bit. She asked me why I didn't want to become a regular medicine doctor, and I hadn't prepped that question. I faltered a bit, but basically told her I LOVE medicine but I was highly influenced by my radiology rotations and felt my personality fit well in radiology.

My second interview was with the residency director himself. He pretty much read me my letters of recommendation, my dean's letter, all the positives about me and told me that he would love to have me there. It was really cool to hear and when he put the ball in my court, I took the bait and ran with it.

Once the interview was over, I was able to focus on another reason to visit Denver... WhiteRapper.

I haven't seen him since we met over a year ago. We've chatted here and there, but after my last trip to Denver got cancelled by a snowstorm I figured that was God's way of telling me to stick with RedSox.

With my invitation to interview in Denver, I took it as a sign that I just need to be Roxy a little bit longer.

WhiteRapper picked me up the night before my interview. He had green tea for me upon arrival at baggage claim. We drove back to his place and he cooked me dinner. I told him ahead of time that I do not want to drink the night before my interview so he kept me well hydrated with water. We spent quite a while talking and then went to bed... his bed.

I couldn't sleep so we chatted most of the night. He rubbed my back to calm my nerves and instead it excited some different nerves. I told him I wanted to cuddle... and then I told him I wanted more. I fell right asleep afterwards... completely satisfied.

We woke up the next morning early. After my shower, I was greeted with a healthy breakfast and green tea. Then I met WhiteRapper's son...

For a little bit of background, WhiteRapper had a terribly rocky on-off relationship with his girlfriend of 7 years. He got her pregnant in Boston... right after I met him in my home town.

The little guy is the cutest baby ever. He let me hold him. He held my hands as I helped him learn to walk. He grabbed the cross around my neck and learned the word Jesus. I quickly apologized to WhiteRapper because I know mom is Hindu. What?...

Every morning he made me breakfast. He planned our days of hiking and checking out Colorado. He paid for everything, and appropriately let me buy things. He bought me a beautiful Alexis Bittar bracelet as a congrats gift after my interview.

I had a great time with WhiteRapper.... finally spending an adequate amount of time together after meeting on MySpace 4 years ago.

I know some of you disagree with my behavior, and I'm not going to defend it. I don't follow socially acceptable practices or typical morals. I do what I feel... and this past weekend I felt like tapping the Rockies.

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$$Hamptons$$

I learned on wednesday that everyone from Boston, except me cancelled on Sam's birthday in the Hamptons. I could not believe that close to 30 people RSVPed yes, and I'm the only one that actually came. 

I was feeling uneasy about how the weekend would go, but it turned out to be a blast.

After breakfast Friday morning, we hopped into a car and made the treck out into the depths of Long Island. The Hamptons house... fabulous. Pool, tennis court, basketball court, sandy volleyball court, pool table, foosball, etc. Tons of bedrooms and bathrooms.

I studied for a bit and then jumped in the pool. By 9pm, the house was filled with about 40 people. We got dressed and hit up Dune for the night. One of the guys hooked the house up with a table and bottles for the night. It was a lot of drinking, dancing on the seats and cheering as Sam turned 30 around midnight.

We headed home close to the club's closing and I slept until noon on Saturday. Brunch was a typical hungover, grease-fest for most people. Afterwards I studied, then we hit up a bar along the beach known for kicking the booze up a notch. That night, we went to Pink Elephant. 

The table was sponsored by Pedro. I'm sure he won't like his credit card bill come September since it cost him close to $2000, but I can assure you the rest of us didn't care. Pink Elephant is known for being one of the most expensive venues in the Hamptons, and the crowd made that very clear. Nearly every table was paid for by old men... surrounded by beautiful women more than happy NOT to pay a dime.

I had dreams of money when I went to bed that night. I woke up early on Sunday morning and got back to NYC with enough time to ride OleMiss before I headed back up to Boston.

Overall a fabulous time. 

HAPPY 30th SAM!!!

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The Rivalry

Sam turns 30 on Saturday. She is the first woman I've ever known to be excited about turning 30. (Of course I'm not counting Jen Gardner's character in 13 going on 30)

In celebration, she planned a big weekend in the Hamptons. I'm going to be going and I cannot wait. First of all there is guaranteed debauchery. Second, I've always wanted to experience the glam Hamptons.

Third, I'm gonna spend a couple days in NYC before going.

Jon was the guy I wrote about in my first few posts of this blog. That was 3 years ago. He and I haven't talked much, but we emailed a bit in June. He emailed me last week to see if I was coming to NYC. I told him I'd be coming on Wednesday.

OleMiss and I have been FWBs forever. He hung me out to dry in June as he respectfully dealt with an exie who still wasn't over him. I told OleMiss I'd be coming to NYC on wednesday.

Jon is expecting me to stay with him... and of course stuff will happen.

OleMiss told me I could stay with him. I told him I prolly wouldn't be able to control myself if I stayed at his place. He told me he's hoping I won't control myself and is expecting me to stay with him.

I fantasize about Jon. Sex, sex and more sex.

I fantasize a little less about OleMiss... but mostly about a relationship.

I'm not sure what all this means, but I do know I have to make a decision tomorrow.

Jon or OleMiss.

I decided to rest my decision on the Sox/Yanks game. If the Sox win, I stay with Jon. If the Yankees win, I stay with OleMiss. The way this series is going, it looks like I'll be staying with OleMiss... but it's POURING right now in Boston... and I just saw lightning... I imagine there won't be a game at all.

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If i haven't made it clear...

I LOVE NYC!

I just got home from a fabulous weekend in NYC filled with fun and debauchery. After OleMiss dropped the Ex-bomb, I called up Sam. She was happy to host me this weekend and I think I made the better choice by staying with her.

Saturday night we went to this club called the Pink Elephant. Two of Sam's friends were celebrating their birthdays together. There was lots of booze, tons of dancing and an overall great time. The bar lets people smoke though, so after a while my headache became a bit unbearable and my lungs were pissed. I left and headed over to a dive bar where OleMiss is a bouncer. We chilled and drank at the bar even after they closed. It was a good time, but I still felt annoyed that OleMiss was not gonna take me home. I know I know.

So the next day, we sorta had plans to maybe have brunch but moreso we talked about watching the Celtics game. Since I don't know OleMiss's sleep schedule on the weekends I opted to try a craigslist date for brunch instead. No pics were exchanged, just "hey lets meet." So I met a rather good-looking, very well-educated black guy for mexican food and margaritas. We spent several hours hanging out, and he took me on a tour of the Soho area. Good guy, but alas I thanked him and went on my way.

On my walk back to Sam's place, she texts me that her friend Stewie is going to pick me up at 9pm for a date. I didn't know what else to do but accept, even though I knew nothing about him other than he's Jewish. So 9pm rolls around and Stewie picks me up. We drive around the corner to a true dive. I'm talking darkness, stiff drinks and hipsters. Stewie and I are totally hitting it off and I want him... so when he asked me to go back to his place... I accepted.

Stewie is a nipple guy. I am very tender and sore around the areolas as I type this. His penis... huge. Having only had sex once with RedSox in the past 6 months, I was definitely humming "like a virgin."

All in all a great trip. For those of you wondering what the hell was I thinking with my behavior this weekend, please understand that NYC is my vegas. What happens there, stays there.

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Money aint a thang... but I don't have any

I live off of my parents. It's no secret. They pay for my tuition, my rent, my bills and my food. All of my basic needs are covered... but that's all folks!

See a lot of people think I can get their money whenever I want. A lot of people assume that my parents will pay for everything. For the most part, this is true.

BUT, it doesn't come easy. I can let you borrow my powerpoint presentations if you don't believe me.

Two months ago, I asked my parents if they would send me to Germany at the end of June. I had two very strong supporting arguments for why they should pay for me to go. 1. It's my birthday gift. 2. My cousin is doing research there and I'll have a free place to stay. My parents shot me down.

I was bummed, but another opportunity came up. One of my girl-friends is getting married, and a while ago the girlz talked about getting together for a bachelorette weekend on the west coast. The date was set and gears were grinding. I talked to my parents and used my devastation over Germany as the reason I must go to Portland.

First they wondered why the hell would *I*, the stiletto-clad, Burberry city-girl, ever want to go to Portland. I agreed I don't want to go to Portland, but I do want to see my girlz. I told them that my stay was covered. Coastal cottage, friend's place... all set. The flight would be the only cost.

My parents and sister sent along their mileage info for several airlines, and I went to work hoping I could save money. Unfortunately it wasn't possible, and I charged a whopping $415 for a round-trip flight. I know that amount is typical now-a-days, but it still feels like holy crap to me.

Anyways, the trip is this weekend and I can't wait to relax. Unfortunately now I'm on edge. Yesterday I get an email from one of my girl-friends who lives in downtown Portland, saying that she is looking for a hotel room for the girls flying in because she worries about our comfort in her apartment. No explanation other than "our" needs.

I'm trying not to be upset, but I'm wondering where this is coming from. I coulda sworn we asked if it was ok to stay... maybe I assumed. But you know what, I'm tired of thinking I'm at fault for everything. I have a tendency to keep my mouth shut because I hate drama, but I've already done it twice before regarding this trip. Once for the choice of weekend (neither my input nor Gorilla's was considered when the date was decided when we're the ones who have more time and expenses involved) and the other concerning a gift (for which I was told "getting together is enough"). These two things upset me, but I chose another route. I'll reschedule my weekend in the hamptons for another day and I'll pay for a gift myself, since I believe birthdays are always special days.

I immediately get on hotels.com and hotwire.com and start looking for hotels. Unfortunately I don't know Portland at all. Neither site lists proximity to public transportation. So now I start looking into public transportation. I start making educated guesses and stressing out. Sure I can get a place for $50 for one night, but I don't know where these places are.

I can't tell my parents, because they don't give a shit about drama and will start asking a billion questions and then yell at me for even going to a place like Portland in the first place.

Then Torch chimes in that she has hotel points, and I feel worse. Torch is paying for the cottage, giving Gorilla her mileage points... and now offering to pay for something else.

This is now ridiculous...

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I do?

I may be easily annoyed, but I think I'm justified in being bothered by the following story. Maybe people who have gone through a wedding or two could let me know their thoughts.

My friend Lynn got married this weekend. It was a beautiful wedding with plenty of food, lots of free booze and great dancing.

I couldn't enjoy myself.

I spent a lot of time trying to spot the evil sister-in-law (SIL) and her equally evil husband. Apparently a couple of months ago (after several months planning Lynn's wedding), the evil SIL called up Lynn and told her that she was going to be getting married one month before Lynn's wedding. Since she is older than the groom, it was her right to get married before her brother.

Lynn was obviously shocked, blown-away, upset, whatever else you would naturally feel when a person who was soon to become family side-swipes your plans like that, but she couldn't say anything. The evil SIL made sure to declare rather than to ask.

So the evil SIL gets married... in Israel. All of the groom's family members took time off to attend this wedding, which meant they couldn't take all the time off required for Lynn's wedding. All the plans for the wedding WEEK were reduced to plans for the wedding WEEKEND.

You'd like to think that is all, but the evil SIL married an equally evil man who happened to be a groomsman for Lynn's wedding. He decided 2 weeks before the wedding to tell Lynn and the groom that since he is spending a lot of money travelling from Israel, he doesn't want to spend more money renting a tux nor buying one.

Lynn didn't want to cause any trouble so she acquiesced to his demands. All the groomsmen wore suits.

I'm pissed. I am fuming. How dare anyone tell a bride how to have her wedding?

But that's not all. WHY DID THE BRIDE LET THIS HAPPEN???

I could never enter a family that would bully me. I could never allow myself to get bullied. Is it worth it? Should you really say I do?

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did you mean it?

continued from Miss Understood... Part 3

Sunday we read reports of horrendous weather back in Boston. The marathon was in danger of cancellation, and the Sox game would be cancelled too.

I was nervous about flying in this weather. I cared about my safety. Turbulence on an airplane is unacceptable. I am not interested in landing during 40+ mph winds. Lucky for me, RedSox is just as afraid of flying as I am. He called up the front desk and booked our room for another night while I called up the airline to reschedule our flight for Monday evening.

Monday morning, we awoke to the first runner crossing the finish line and the sox ahead 7 to 1. Oops... guess we coulda gone home after all.

What's worse is that I woke up after having a nightmare about failing the boards. I jumped outta bed and hopped in the shower to cry. Then I quickly got dressed and headed to Starbucks to study. An hour later, I went back up to the room to start the day with RedSox.

He knew I was upset when I went down to Starbucks. He hated that he couldn't do anything about it. I told him I needed to get some air, and warm weather. I'd perk up sooner or later.

Off we went to Aladdin to buy some art. On the walk there, I decided to open up a bit. I told him my biggest fear about failing the boards was that my parents wouldn't love me anymore. Ridiculous, I know...

He told me that if they stopped loving me, he still would.

I kept walking without responding. Did he just say "I love you" without actually saying it?

We get to Aladdin, and I help him pick out some pieces for his apartment. We're chatting about a couple of paintings, and the dealer comes over to ask us if we might be having an argument because most couples who spend a lot of time in front of a painting are fighting. We tell him we both agree on the art we love. The problem is not buying too many pieces.

The dealer was shocked. Apparently he spends a lot of his time breaking up fights between husbands and wives. uh... we're not married. RedSox just happens to love me. I think...

After RedSox drops $1500 on art, I make the decision to head to the Palms. We may have missed out on PlayBoy, but I know what really makes me happy is watching my man play poker or blackjack.

The Palms just wasn't our casino. RedSox lost $200 at Blackjack... and another $300 at Poker. We shoulda known Poker was gonna be a loss when the dealer knew all the other players by their first name.

We decide to head back to the strip to play poker at MGM. Another few hours later RedSox lost $250. Now it was his turn to be bummed. We headed to CraftSteak to have dinner.

There sat RedSox in a vulnerable position. There I was knowing what I had to do.

Me: So I have a question

RedSox: I think I know what you're gonna ask me

Me: What am I gonna ask you?

RedSox: I think you're gonna ask me about what I said earlier.

Me: Why yes I am... did you mean it?

RedSox: What if I said yes?

Me: Then I'd say me too

RedSox: REALLY???? Well then... yes I meant it.

Me: Me Too

RedSox: wow I suddenly don't feel bad about losing $750

The End

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Miss Understood

Continued from Viva Las Roxy... Part 2

I guess I got the business aspect of Vegas all set in my last email, now it's on to the real juice. Particular things that happened, and my feelings regarding the events.

Friday was essentially a wash. I chose not to be mad at RedSox for all the flight issues, and I agreed with him when he took the blame. Done and Done.

Saturday I was a little upset that the brunch wasn't just the girlz, because I was excited to finally catch up and have one last singlefest without the male folk. As with any vacation or wedding, nothing is going to go according to plan. Brunch was still fantastic because I chose to be thankful I could come to Vegas and spend time with everyone and anyone. I felt really bad that RedSox missed out on brunch, but everything was so last minute it really couldn't be helped.

Going shopping for RedSox's cufflinks had pros and cons. Pros, I could avoid the sun and go shopping. Con, I missed girl time and RedSox didn't need the cufflinks afterall.

Girlz went to the chapel separately, and when I got there RedSox pulled me aside to talk. While discussing potential plans for Saturday evening with the guys, RedSox informed them that he got all the guys on the VIP list for the Playboy Club and I got all the girls on the list in case people wanted to go there. There was a brief moment of silence and finally one of the guys spoke up. Apparently the option of going to the Playboy Club Saturday night was a source of "contention" amongst the group, and people felt I was being too pushy.

This news shocked the hell out of me. I don't recall being pushy. I only sent 3 emails about the weekend. One saying I'd love to dance if people are interested. Another saying I put us all on the VIP list just in case. The third email was a forward from a friend who frequents Vegas, telling us what she loves to do there. I tried to understand that my enthusiasm over email might be misperceived but when I re-read the emails, I only got enthusiasm outta the first one.

I had no interest in defending myself. I knew I was right, but I don't know how other people read my emails. I pulled the bride aside and apologized, but she said she didn't think I was pushy at all. I chose to believe her and move on with no worries.

RedSox brought it up later though, "so what do you think really happened?" And I told him I think weddings can be a stressful time, and if people wanna be upset about something, it's easy to pick on undesirable options. That's the story I wanna believe, and I'm sticking to it.

to be continued...

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Viva Las Roxy

Part 1

What happens in Vegas... gets written in my blog. For that reason, my vegas trip will have to be a multi-part blog.

Friday, RedSox was supposed to pick me up at 4:30 to get to the airport for our 6:15pm flight. He picked me up closer to 5:15 and got to the airport at 5:35, giving us a good 10 minutes to check-in. I am attempting to check us in at the kiosk, but the computer won't let me have my boarding passes. I get to an attendant with 5 minutes to spare.

She tries to check us in but check-in had been closed earlier for some reason. She calls the gate yelling at them because we have reservations and should be allowed to check-in. She calls over the supervisor then calls up another number. After fighting for us for a good 3 minutes, she gets off the phone and says "well you two shouldn't have been so late to check in."

A few years ago I would have ripped her a new one, but I have travelled extensively and I know how the system works. RedSox held back while I did my thing, which was simply to stand my ground. I said, "M'am, we may be cutting it close but we're still checking in at least 30 minutes in advance. This complies with your airline policy, so get us on this flight. THANKS"

A minute later we had our boarding pass. We got through security and made our flight. The fun doesn't end there though!

I am pretty scared of flying, especially take-off. Normally I am having an anxiety attack and heavily repeating the Lord's Prayer, but I couldn't help my social nature before take-off and started chatting up the doctor sitting next me. I guess it was a mistake because she wouldn't shut up... even during take-off. I'm trying to pay attention to her thoughts on the HPV vaccine, but I'm having a heart attack and trying to pray. We finally pass the point of statistically defined crashes, and I start listening again.

The flight went smoothly, and we arrived in Vegas... only to find out that our luggage didn't make the flight. This is 100% Redsox's fault because he didn't pick me up at 4:30, but I'm choosing not to be upset. I see this as a great shopping opportunity on his dime. I really only need a dress for the wedding (and shoes), and I know there's a Betsey Johnson and BCBG... and gucci, dior, louis...

Luckily our luggage made the next flight outta Boston, and we got our luggage an hour later. We arrive at MGM grand, and run into the wedding party for a little socializing.

Saturday is wedding day!! I meet up with the girlz for lunch only to find out men are included. I quickly called RedSox to tell him it wasn't girlz only, but he was still in bed and unshowered.

Lunch was a good time for me to catch up with a few of the girlz and get some gossip on D's girl. The plan was to relax by the pool for a couple of hours in the afternoon. I would require a concrete slab to block the sun, but I was happy to relax with the ladies. I go back to the room to change into my bikini, but RedSox is upset because he forgot his cufflinks.

I called up the girlz and informed them of our emergency shopping trip. We went to several stores and got a couple of nice cufflinks just in time to get ready for the wedding. RedSox is nervous about his outfit, but decides on a very handsome ensemble... that didn't require cufflinks afterall.

Off we went to the Shalimar wedding chapel. The ceremony and chapel were beautifully done. I caught the bouquet, but second hand tossed it to one of the other girlz. I think RedSox was pleased with my decision.

Afterwards, we went for drinks at the Wynn... a super nice hotel. RedSox unfortunately hadn't eaten all day, so we ventured off to find some food. It took forever to find a place that wasn't a 5-star establishment, but we managed to grab a snack before our big buffet dinner.

At dinner a wave of exhaustion hit the both of us, so we decided to head back to MGM for a quick nap. RedSox messed up setting up the alarm, and we didn't wake-up until after everyone had called it a night.

Sunday and Monday were pretty relaxed. We avoided the weather in Boston by staying an extra night. We checked out different casinos, played blackjack and overall enjoyed our days.

I say overall because there were some serious downs... and some amazing ups.

to be continued...

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So I'm still in Boston

As you may or may not know, the northeast was hit with a ridiculous snowstorm yesterday. Jetblue cancelled over 200 flights, but mine was still on time. RedSox drove me to the airport a few hours earlier so we could hang out together before I went to Denver. Funny how only a few hours later I would be with another man.

We sat in the bar until 10 minutes before I was supposed to board. The screen still had my flight as On Time. I went to my gate and asked about the status of my flight. Our plane was up in Maine, but in transit. Our new take-off time would be half an hour later. I told them to update the computers.

I went back to the bar where RedSox had made a new friend. We sat for another half an hour and finally learned that my flight had been cancelled. I got on the phone with Jetblue, but was told that the next available flight would be 2 days later... kinda makes for a short and pathetic trip.

I called WhiteRapper to let him know I wasn't coming. He was really bummed, but understood. I felt happy... and relieved.

I know if I went to Denver, I would have hooked up with WhiteRapper. It's what I do. It's the predator in me. I also know it would have been completely meaningless for me... but meaningful for WhiteRapper.

I had to let this prey escape. I had to admit that I didn't want to do what I was going to do in Denver. I had to own up to the truth. I'm committed to RedSox.

I think I'm going to throw up.

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The Itinerary

"Everything's booked, confirmed, and ready to be enjoyed. I just wrapped up our itinerary and attached it to this exciting email which you are now reading. Gosh, this all still seems so weird and fun! ((((Meeting a girl on myspace, getting to know her, girl buys plane ticket to Denver to meet guy she's never met, guy plans entire weekend getaway with girl he's never met)))

It's going to be so much fun Roxy. You are really going to have a grand tour of Colorado. Check out the COLORADO plan of attack I attached."

FRI NIGHT 3/16: Head straight to Evergreen, CO for a night at a Bed & Breakfast with a view of a waterfall and Mount Evans (chill…drink wine…unwind…maybe we can put some time in at the hot tub)

SAT 3/17: HIKE in Evergreen, head to Down Town Denver, check-in, go out and party for St Patty’s until exhaustion or drunkenness become us.

SUN 3/18: Wake up, go to church, head to Estes park. Check out Garden of the Gods, then check into to our Cabin and drink wine…and??

MON: Lunch at John Elway’s Steak House… WhiteRapper’s house… meet Zidane (his cat)


I have never dated a man who planned anything. Ok maybe a date here and there.

But I'm excited. We have never even met, and look at everything he has already done for me.

Did I mention RedSox is driving me to the airport and picking me up?

(I know you are all DYING to know what he thinks about my trip... I'll let you know soon enuf)

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