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Did I Mention He's Going To Jail?

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Distraught over yet again another bad date I called one of my girlfriends and we met at our ‘Cheers’ bar. After about an hour or so ‘HE’ comes walking into the bar… Mr. Vegas.
 
If I’ve ever had a ‘type’… Mr. Vegas is it! He’s tall (over 6 feet), Italian, (I have a thing for Italian and Latin men) huge hands (I have DoubleD’s and his hands fit over them perfectly – OMG such a turn on) oh oooo and a stocky build.. yum! He quite literally swept me off my feet the first night. Oh and did I mention, he’s going to jail for driving while under the influence of an illegal substance (coke) while intoxicated and in the possession of a loaded firearm? Ding, ding, ding we have a winner folks! Yes, it’s no secret, good girl’s LOVE bad boys.
 
So over the next few weeks we text, chat over the phone and meet a few times. He’s being really sweet (but of course he is.. he hasn’t gotten any from me… yet.) During this time, I’ve met a lot of his friends so I know I’m not ‘just a fuck’ but on the flip side his calling is random and not consistent so I know he’s not interested in anything serious… and I’m left wondering, "What does this guy want from me?"
 
Dazed and confused by my new beau, he calls me up one night and invites me to Vegas to visit him while he’s out there on business. Now he knows I’ve never been to Vegas and I’ve always wanted to go… So he tells me how much he misses me and can’t wait to see me blah, blah, blah. I had asked him, "What are we going to do in Vegas?" He’s says, "Oh we’ll go here, make out and go here then make out."

My translation, WOOO HOOO I get to phuck! Hot damn, my ass is on the computer booking the next flight out of town to Vegas, baby!
 
I get to Vegas and within 10 minutes of us walking into his apartment, we are just going at it… we manage to get all our clothes off… and it’s over in less than 5 minutes! WTF?! He’s young, I’m expecting a bit more than 5 minutes…. but no more for sex for Horny Princess for the entire weekend!
 
Sexually frustrated, I drag my ass of the couch and into the shower to get ready for a night out in Vegas. While we’re out with his frat-boy buddies, I leave for a second to go the ladies room (my bladder is the size of a walnut… so drinks flow through me pretty quickly.) when I come back Mr. Vegas has some skanky ass women static clinging to his sides! He introduces me as ‘his girl’ to the skanks and shortly after my arrival, the skanks leave… as they should when in the presence of a ‘true woman’ they are out of their league and can’t compete so they run away like the little girls they are. 
 
After about an hour or so, like clockwork, I have to pee AGAIN! I get back from the ladies room and sure as shit… there is another group of skanks all up on Mr. Vegas! He introduces me as ‘his girl’ but you know at this point I sure don’t ‘feel’ like his girl nor do I want to be ‘the girl’ of a man that I have to spray with "skank off" every time we leave the damn house! Not to mention have to deal with a guy that can’t stay off the nose candy! Yes, he was on coke for most of the weekend… no wonder he wasn’t able to perform sexually.
 
Lesson to be learned, never ‘set’ expectations. Mr. Vegas really didn’t have to go there with all the ‘lovey dovey shit’ in order to get me on a plane to Vegas. All he had to say was, "Hey, I know you’ve never been here so why don’t you come up for the weekend and I’ll show you around?" He still would have gotten me on a plane and I still would have phucked him…. sheshh women really are not that complicated… we only get complicated when men lie and deceive us.
 
As to be expected, the week after my whole 5 minutes of passion, I didn’t hear from Mr. Vegas. So I called and left him a voice message telling him ‘We need to talk." EVERYONE knows nothing good EVER comes out of ‘we need to talk.’ Funny thing was, his myspace profile status changed to ‘In a Relationship’ right after that message. Now I’m freaked out and all I can think is "I hope it’s not me!"
 
Well it wasn’t me and I guess in some weird way I knew it wasn’t. When we had talked, his comment was, "I guess I’m just being young…." LMAO… mmm I wonder if his attorney used that as the defense in court… "My client was under the influence of an illegal substance and intoxicated while driving a vehicle while in the possession of a loaded firearm because HE’S JUST BEING YOUNG."

To find out from his myspace page he was dating someone else… well, now that SHOWED his age….. 27 going on 12! Oyo Vye! At 27 I was in the process of buying my second house! Grow the phuck up 27 is NOT the new 18!
 
It’s funny Mr. Vegas had also made a comment about ‘having more in common’ with someone else… and it dawned on me a few days later… his family has a ‘sick amount of money’ which explains the nose candy habit… none the less my girlfriend was right about him… he’s a snob.. he probably thought my family didn’t have ‘money’ because of where my mom lives (he dropped me off at my mom’s house after we got back from Vegas)… but you know ‘looks’ are deceiving… I do come from money, old money… my great grandfather owned half the city of New Bedford, Mass.  My family doesn’t believe in keeping up with the "Jones’s" but more so in humanitarian issues, like giving back to the community and helping others that are less fortunate. We are all ‘selfish’ to some degree but to be self obsessed is suicide. After the inheritance has been snorted away and the money is gone… so are the people called ‘friends’.
 
Not all is lost from this experience, I realize while the time with Mr. Vegas was short the time I DID spend with him I gained the insight and encouragement needed to move out and get a place on my own.

Funny how life works Mr. Vegas helped me gain my freedom while his is being taken away as I write this story… he’s in jail. Lessons we learn about ourselves come from many different places both expected and not… But if that lesson comes from a 27-year-old coke head is less of a lesson?

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