I decided to take the hunt into my own hands and have a drink at the bar. This is kind of funny because I'm not a big drinker. I'm more of a cappucino, diet coke kind of girl. I do enjoy a nice martini. I carefully selected my station, next to two attractive men. Keep in mind, I have a tiny tank top and beach skirt over my still visible bikini. CFM pumps. And I'm by myself. Smiling, chatting. Friendly.
I order my martini with a side of olives. I'm careful not to attach myself to my iphone. Even the bartender is hesitant to engage. Finally, he opens up and we chat about night clubs, shows. I'm bringing up Burlesque, steak houses. Can I be more approachable? I'm waiting for an opening with the men. OMG, they are from the same hometown as me. I am ready to pounce. I'm really just trying to flex a muscle here. They are so engrossed in their discussion of pro-gaming and marketing I lose interest and pay my tab.
Ready to give in. Not. So I walk the casino and land in another bar. So easy to do in Vegas. I sit next to a man by himself. There's no one else at the bar so he can't ignore me. It turns out he is also from the Midwest. Yes, it's true, we are all nice (salt of the earth type of people). I make a new friend. Who's more interested in poker. Fair.
I've so enjoyed comments with other's experiences looking into this type of play. I am considering the possibility that I'm just a team player and Jake and I have a synergy that is undeniable.....But today is another day. I just booked a radical massage to take away my inhibitions.....I'm not throwing in the towel yet.