What Happens In Vegas...Goes On This Blog Part II...Electric Boogaloo
Ahh, we've made it home to my nice, giant HD television and all is right with the world...but I was blogging so I should finish up here...
Allllright - we have one more lesson from Vegas to go, and folks, we're going to get a little deep here...
3.) I'm really, really looking for the real deal - no messing around.
To all five and a half regular readers of this blog this will come as no surprise. They're saying, "really, Louis, you've only stated this about 73,495 times in the short time you've had this blog." And, they would be right, but I haven't been able to quite put my finger on this feeling until this weekend. In short, I can articulate my feelings (oh no!) a little better about dating now.
Pretty much I was sitting there in the casino and around Vegas and I would see all sorts of beautiful women around me. Before I would lament (in my head) about my inability to "get" any of these women in the types of relationships that I wanted - namely the aforementioned "real deal" serious kind of relationship. This time, however, those women were turning me off.
Let me rephrase - if they said they wanted to do the bad thing really well back in their room I would definitely do it, but I would have no illusions about what that was about. What was really getting me all pensive was seeing all the nice couples running around Vegas. They weren't the most glamorous folks, but they were the most genuinely happy people around.
You probably won't find that...depth...with the girls that were going back to Dane Cook's after-party or the "nice jacket" ladies heading to the club. It would probably be difficult to find that with the "whooooooo!" girls that seemed to permeate the bar I was at (even if they were quite fetching). In Alaska that means it's probably not going to happen at Platinum Jaxx or the Anchor. All that is just a flash, sizzle, and fake people - certainly welcome, but I'm really starting to find that wanting...empty.
I've known all of this for a long time now (since before college) - when I go to places like that the main reason is to have fun with friends, but you deceive yourself and get distracted by all the flash. This probably won't stop me from having a good look at that flash, but I'm definitely more aware of why I feel that way about those people.
Vegas was full of that - the whole line for Pure was all of those people for heaven's sake, but at the end of the night - at Shadow looking at all the flash, but none of the depth around I could have raged for hours and hours more - tried to capture some of that emptiness, but instead I went back to my room on base. It was a good decision.
And, as for the conclusion to that lady at the airport. I was sneaky and noticed her (as I was posting the last blog) opening her BYU e-mail as she opened up her Book of Mormon and started reading. She was obviously going home for Thanksgiving to spend time with her family and this was obviously not the best single dude situation (Dear Penthouse - she was reading the Book of Mormon and I just knew she was a dirty, dirty...) so I decided not to pursure that particular option. She did keep looking/glancing at me throughout the flight (she was in the row across from me and had an open center seat...bastard. Small victories to boost the ego...
Until next time...don't get lost in the flash...
AirForceKush - aka - The Arctic Fox
Allllright - we have one more lesson from Vegas to go, and folks, we're going to get a little deep here...
3.) I'm really, really looking for the real deal - no messing around.
To all five and a half regular readers of this blog this will come as no surprise. They're saying, "really, Louis, you've only stated this about 73,495 times in the short time you've had this blog." And, they would be right, but I haven't been able to quite put my finger on this feeling until this weekend. In short, I can articulate my feelings (oh no!) a little better about dating now.
Pretty much I was sitting there in the casino and around Vegas and I would see all sorts of beautiful women around me. Before I would lament (in my head) about my inability to "get" any of these women in the types of relationships that I wanted - namely the aforementioned "real deal" serious kind of relationship. This time, however, those women were turning me off.
Let me rephrase - if they said they wanted to do the bad thing really well back in their room I would definitely do it, but I would have no illusions about what that was about. What was really getting me all pensive was seeing all the nice couples running around Vegas. They weren't the most glamorous folks, but they were the most genuinely happy people around.
You probably won't find that...depth...with the girls that were going back to Dane Cook's after-party or the "nice jacket" ladies heading to the club. It would probably be difficult to find that with the "whooooooo!" girls that seemed to permeate the bar I was at (even if they were quite fetching). In Alaska that means it's probably not going to happen at Platinum Jaxx or the Anchor. All that is just a flash, sizzle, and fake people - certainly welcome, but I'm really starting to find that wanting...empty.
I've known all of this for a long time now (since before college) - when I go to places like that the main reason is to have fun with friends, but you deceive yourself and get distracted by all the flash. This probably won't stop me from having a good look at that flash, but I'm definitely more aware of why I feel that way about those people.
Vegas was full of that - the whole line for Pure was all of those people for heaven's sake, but at the end of the night - at Shadow looking at all the flash, but none of the depth around I could have raged for hours and hours more - tried to capture some of that emptiness, but instead I went back to my room on base. It was a good decision.
And, as for the conclusion to that lady at the airport. I was sneaky and noticed her (as I was posting the last blog) opening her BYU e-mail as she opened up her Book of Mormon and started reading. She was obviously going home for Thanksgiving to spend time with her family and this was obviously not the best single dude situation (Dear Penthouse - she was reading the Book of Mormon and I just knew she was a dirty, dirty...) so I decided not to pursure that particular option. She did keep looking/glancing at me throughout the flight (she was in the row across from me and had an open center seat...bastard. Small victories to boost the ego...
Until next time...don't get lost in the flash...
AirForceKush - aka - The Arctic Fox
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