The Generous Gentleman and a New Drunk Friend: My Wild Night in Vegas as a Solo Canadian Woman Tourist
A Memory Painting by me.
It was Vegas. The night was young. I had flown to Vegas from Canada to practice social and dating skills I had learned in England. I went solo and I know as a solo woman in Vegas I'm more vulnerable than a man solo in Vegas. I didn't want to go clubbing alone. So I went on bar tours so I could meet and mingle with other tourists. That's where I had met a woman whom I'll call Joyce. Early on in the tour I said to Joyce, "Wow! There's a lot of hot guys here!".
"Yes! Just leave the tour guide for me though," she responded. She had driven from a small town outside of LA all the way out to Vegas to meet this guy who was working as our tour guide. I saw him. He was okay to look at but I didn't find him THAT charming despite the fact that she later told me he also worked for a pickup artistry company and I follow that stuff a lot too. She was super invested in this guy and was going to have a hot date with him after the tour the next day.
The following night I went on the tour with the same company. I didn't know that Joyce was going to go on a hot date with the guide whom I'll call Adam. I swear there were over 100 people on the tour that night. I saw Adam but didn't pay that much attention to him. I got tired early so I went back to my Airbnb in Henderson with the host who had had 7 rescue cats. (I love cats so the fact that there were 7 of them was paradise to me)
That night Joyce called me in tears. She asked if I had seen Adam. I'd only seen him briefly with some chicks but I hadn't paid him that much attention. He had stood her up. Didn't show up on their meeting after she had driven over 2 hours to go come see him! I told her that he can go f*ck himself while we go out and meet better guys.
We did meet a MUCH better man. I'll call him Tom. We were at the MGM Grand Casino and were having a drink at one of the lobby bars while waiting to go to Hakkassan night club in the basement of the MGM Grand. Normally she doesn't drink and I found out why later. We had maybe had 1-2 drinks together at this point.
Then, at the next table over, the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life sits down. He had caramel skin and was tall, muscular, well dressed. If I didn't use the dating techniques then I would have never have met this amazing man. I went over and asked him to take our picture. Tom went and put lots of effort into the shots. I flirted a bit and we got talking to him. He had been waiting for friends to go to the same club. But he generously bought us a round of drinks. Actually I believe at that point it had been 2 rounds of drinks.
We then got in line to go to Hakkassan. As women on the guestlist we didn't have to pay to get in. We were allowed to bring a guest so we were going to add him to as our guest. I felt like a dope when I had lost the ticket and he had to pay to get in. While we were in line, the worst thing during this amazing moment had happened.
Out of the blue, Joyce start crying heavily out of nowhere. She was still thinking about Adam. Normally I am empathetic and understanding but I started to panic because I didn't want this to ruin our chances with Tom. "Distract him!" she whispered to me. But it was super obvious. And clearly Tom is a smart cookie. "Don't have to be awkward," he told us once we had got in. This was because I was frozen trying to help Joyce but still part of me wanting to leave her and be with him to myself as bad as that sounds. "Let me buy you another drink to cheer you up," said Tom. This made things worse.
Soon Joyce was falling over. Clearly either the alcohol was reacting badly to her medication or she had been drinking earlier since together we only had 2-3 drinks. The bouncers at the club said if she can't walk she has to go to the hospital. So Tom took her one arm. I took her other arm. We walked her upstairs. "I HATE HIM!" she was shouting in reference to Adam.
Eventually we were on the bridge between the New York New York Casino and the MGM Grand. I guess I take for granted that in Canada we can just call an ambulance without thinking about the price. We were hesitant at first because we weren't sure if she could afford the medical bills but then we figured that it would be better to be alive, well and broke rather than dead but have saved money. So he supported her physically while I called an ambulance. They took her and because we were family we had to stay behind. The next morning I Ubered to the hospital to go pick her up after the hospital phoned me. That night though, after the paramedics took Joyce, Tom turned to me.
"My friends will be here shortly. You can join us but don't mention any of this to them. I want this to be a good night!" he said firmly. I agreed and we went back into the MGM Grand into one of the lobby. Turned out it was his sister and brother in law I think. He introduced us and then bought a round of shots. I remember making out with him before he asked if I had a room we could go to because his sister and brother in law were sharing his room. I didn't really have the money to stay at a hotel room there and I didn't want to ask him to pay for the whole thing. The Airbnb I was at listed "no guests" in the ad. So we exchanged social media and went our separate ways. I wanted to see him again but he flew to his home city the following morning.
The next morning I told my Airbnb host, whom I got along with well and whom I assumed didn't allow guests, about the previous night and about this beautiful and kind man. "Why didn't you bring him home? I would have made an exception for you!" she exclaimed. Crap. It COULD have happened!
