I woke up to see that I was in bed alone. I looked around and quickly discovered that I wasn�t completely alone. A dress and shoes were thrown on the floor near the bed and I remembered the girl with the mirrors on her dress. Just as I began to try to remember the night before she exited the bathroom. Until I saw her I didn�t even know what she looked like. Either I need to reevaluate my dating habits or my drinking habits.
�Hi Nick.� She was wrapped in the white hotel towel, her hair was wet and she had beads of water resting on her skin.
�Hey.� That was it. That was all I had to say. I didn�t know anything about her and most importantly I didn�t know her name. How could you sleep with someone, have your penis in their mouth and screw them but not know their name?
�So what are you doing today?� I hope she isn�t trying to prolong her experience. Why must they try so hard. You have to make a decision. At that moment of truth when you�re faced with that choice you have to give some thought to it. If you�re going to have the immediate gratification of having sex with me, know that nothing fabulous will come of it. Or, you can roll the dice, make me wait and see what happens. You might get lucky and I�ll stick around or you might get ignored. After all, I don�t have to wait around on someone who doesn�t blow my mind. There will always be an instant gratification girl waiting to be with me.
Actually there are three levels. At least there was when this was my mentality towards women but like I�ve said I�ve changed; I really have. There was the lowest level: passive gratification girls. The PGGs allowed me to do whatever I wanted thus allowing me to make the rules of how the relationship will go. If they show up after we�ve slept together and I�m willing, I�ll sleep with them but if I didn�t want to I just treated them like trash.
The second group was the AGGs; the aggressive gratifications girls. They kept me on my toes, made me think about my lies I told them. They kept me from treating them like complete trash out right. But nonetheless I treated them like trash too. Those girls, I did want to sleep with more than once and when they were around I made sure to spend some time with them to make sure we remained on good terms. There were even times when I called them. Maybe they were in my cell phone for six months, sometimes I saw them off and on for a couple of years but the outcome was always the same�.they didn�t last. A guy wants someone who is more like their mother and my mother didn�t allow herself to be anyone�s pushover.
The third group, the group that has really only had two members is the HRs; they were high rollers, they were the gamblers and because they were so good they were legitimate girlfriends. They were the real deal. They didn�t get caught up, they held their cards, bluffed and at times even stepped away from the gambling table when they didn�t like the hand I dealt them.
Its obvious what this girl was, she was passive gratification girl.
�Nothing much. I have some things to do.� She nodded,
�Where are you guys going to be tonight? Where�s the hotspot?� She was too eager for me. She just took a shower ending one night and she already wanted to plan my night to be with her again.
�I definitely have plans tonight that can�t be broken. You guys should go out and have fun but I don�t know where. I haven�t partied that much in Vegas before.� I almost told her I had a date tonight. The old me would have but I�m not that obvious asshole anymore. I could see it in her face. The obvious disappointment and I felt bad. And this is where I do what I always tell myself not to do. I reached over and grabbed my cell phone,
�What�s your number? We�re here until Monday morning, we should hang out again or something?� She perked up a bit and sat next to me and gave me her number. And then it happened. I was stuck in the most embarrassing moment of my life. What was I going to do? How was I going to get out of this?
�You don�t remember my name.� I looked over at her and shook my head. I was so humiliated,
�No, I�m sorry.� I closed my eyes as I apologized hoping my genuine shame was given pity,
�That�s ok. Don�t worry. You were pretty drunk last night�we both were. My name is Erica.� I smiled graciously,
�Hey Erica.� Ok, that was it. I have to see her again after the discomfort I caused us both. I entered her name in my phone and threw it at the foot of the bed.
As I looked at her she wasn�t some slut, tramp, whore or anything else guys try to call women who do the same thing as we do�have sex too soon. She was a nice girl maybe�maybe a bit too na�ve�and not realizing she wasn�t doing things the way she should. Whatever, who am I to give advice on how people should behave. I may have come a long way but I have a very, very long way to go.
�I better get dressed. My friends will be worried I�m sure.� I�m glad she didn�t add to the embarrassment of the situation by trying to hang around as long as possible.
�Yeah, I need to get dressed and take care of some stuff.� I walked into the bathroom to give her some privacy as she got dressed. Its amazing that the same two people who do the most intimate things to each other while they are in vulnerable positions somehow become absolutely shy when the sun comes up.
After Erica left I suddenly remembered that Jill was going to be in town and I hadn�t talked to the concierge about a show; the date was for tonight. I didn�t have anything picked out to wear. I don�t have a car planned for the evening or anything. I was so far behind on planning this date. The only thing that was taken care of was the restaurant and that was thanks to Sarah. I was so far behind on this thing. How do guys make dates like this on a regular basis? What stress; to make sure you created the special date for someone.
This is one of the reasons I don�t have a girlfriend. Girls want this kind of thing all the time. I need some advice; a girl�s advice.
I listened as the phone rang. She was on the east coast and it was already eleven thirty in Vegas.
�Hello?�
�Colleen. What�s up?� She was a nice girl. She could give him advice.
�Nothing much here. How�s Vegas? That must be so exciting.�
�Its ok�well, its better than ok. When you get some time I�m going to bring you out here.� He had a certain affection for Colleen. Sure, he saw a piece of ass when they were sitting in his hotel room in Boston but she was even more than that. She was like a little sister to him. She went through the same struggles that he did as a child. Not having a lot of money, dealing with the evil words of kids who didn�t know how their cruel comments could shape a person for their rest of their lives, eating the same inexpensive foods over and over.
I was blessed enough to live a much better life and I wanted to give that to her�she deserved it�she wasn�t some gold digger looking to hitch a ride. Besides, I learned that if you do something for someone, that person will probably go out and help others. It was like a chain reaction.
�And no arguing�you�re going to come. You�re a girl, I need some advice.� He had the food and entertainment part taken care of but there had to be more to it than that.
Chapter 129
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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