Everyone who has gone to Las Vegas has a story. It’s the nature of the beast, any place that’s nicknamed Sin City is going to be an adventure for anyone who goes, even my 57 year old mother who went for a nursing convention (even though her “wild” time was having one fruity cocktail in a casino – still, HER adventure.) From the horse’s mouth to third-party, I’ve heard some doozies, but I got a little uncomfortable at my girlfriend’s story. She was so dumbfounded by her encounter that she was still in disbelief two weeks later.

She was on a little trip to Vegas with a few girlfriends and they started talking to these men at a swanky bar. The man she was talking to was very handsome, a lawyer, checked-out well and was super nice. They met up the next night and after a session of cocktail throw-backs they reverted to making-out in public. She was in Vegas, right? Why not let your hair down? Seriously, she’s a conservative person… live a little! They then moved from the bar to the hotel lobby to the elevator to her room. The FREAKY part:

Here’s this hot guy in her hotel room – they’ve been making out in public for hours. As soon as they get to her room… he won’t kiss her, but he licks her ankles, feet and toes. Oh god… I’m going to puke. I’m just not a foot person. GAG!!! GAG!!! AHHHH! Then he turns her over, pulls up her skirt and licks her butt cheeks! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU FREAK???? So she’s in complete shock – freaking out – so embarrassed and doesn’t know how to take it so she turned around – think Sex in the City moment. Not taking the hint… he trys to prompt her to beat or whip him with something then starts talking like a straight-up masochist – she finally asks him to leave – appalled and shocked, he storms out. Slap me with a flapjack, but DUDE, you just met a complete stranger and licked her in places she’ll only touch with a washcloth and your reaction is shocked? I don’t know if she’ll ever go to Vegas again, but if she does, I know she’ll wear full-on Spanx (for rear protection, not belly control) and forgo sandals.

I have so many questions, but I’m too disturbed to ask them. Listen, I know this guy was in Vegas and I’m guessing his vacation goal was to live out some whacked-out fantasy inspired by Cinemax After Dark, but I know this girl, and she’s not the type to prompt that. You should see me right now… I’m red typing this.

I started Googling about sexual freakiness in Vegas… here’s a good article:

http://www.4hoteliers.com/4hots_fshw.php?mwi=3001

I leave you with this; Girl, I wish you were alone in this situation… but, I’m 100% sure, you’re not!

I had been dating this guy for a month. Everything was going great – no games – he was doing all the work by setting up dates, sending me flowers and calling me every night. I just knew he was the one. I was going to my girlfriend’s birthday party and we agreed to meet up later. After 4 cocktails and a ton of shots, and a hundred text messages demanding my guy come to me – he showed up – with only a couple of drinks under his belt. Legend has it, I tried to make out with him in front of everyone, hung all over him and when he told me he had somewhere else to go – I told him we were over. After he left, I texted him a series of crazy, vicious messages telling him he doesn’t deserve me, he’s skinnier than I like, blah blah blah. He never responded.

I later found myself in front of his apartment. Although he never answered his door when I banged on it, I still felt the need to throw coins and any other random objects I found at his bedroom window!!!

Waking up the next morning and getting commentary from my friends left me horrified. I remembered nothing!! How can I – a level-headed, cool girl have acted so mental!!!! I can truly say I had never been one of those girls, well, until that night. I left a voicemail apologizing for my unreasonable and psycho behavior only to get a text in response, “This isn’t going to work. Take care.”

Shelby
NYC