I left my heart in Vegas
I drove up to Vegas with my friend Jorge. A few girlfriends of ours were already up there for the Viva Las Vegas convention. The night we got there, my friend Jorge introduced me to his friend Richard, and he just took my breath away. Not only was he incredibly fun, funny and with a good heart....he was gorgeous. Too gorgeous to the point where I often times thought, "He is just way too hot, he is out of my league." But I couldn't stop thinking about him and looking at him.
That night we got there he invited us up to his hotel room to go hang out and drink. I was so excited...like a little schoolgirl, it was retarded. We got to the room and he poured us some Jager shots. I was already pretty toasted off of my Pina Colada yard drink. I took the Jager shots and we all got pretty hammered to the point where we were all dancing in the damn room, lol!
His Ipod was on shuffle mode and we were all dancing to random goth and deathrock music. It started to play some rockabilly music and he started swing dancing with me and twirling me. I couldn't stop laughing and smiling. I haven't smiled that much in a long time. I was just so happy he was hugging me and grabbing me hands. How retarded, I know......but no one has made me feel like that since my ex of 5 years.
We saw him again the next day...and I brought him an In N Out grilled cheese sammich...and I still couldn't muster up the courage to give him my number. We talked about our favorite TV shows and had such animated conversations and direct eye contact, and even then I was too chicken shit.
Apparently my low self-esteem and poor self image got in the way as I would often think, "He would NEVER be interested in me...he can get any girl he wants, why would he want me?"
I just felt I wasn't good enough.
Although I've lost a grip of weight...I guess some things are harder to break.
*sigh*
That night we got there he invited us up to his hotel room to go hang out and drink. I was so excited...like a little schoolgirl, it was retarded. We got to the room and he poured us some Jager shots. I was already pretty toasted off of my Pina Colada yard drink. I took the Jager shots and we all got pretty hammered to the point where we were all dancing in the damn room, lol!
His Ipod was on shuffle mode and we were all dancing to random goth and deathrock music. It started to play some rockabilly music and he started swing dancing with me and twirling me. I couldn't stop laughing and smiling. I haven't smiled that much in a long time. I was just so happy he was hugging me and grabbing me hands. How retarded, I know......but no one has made me feel like that since my ex of 5 years.
We saw him again the next day...and I brought him an In N Out grilled cheese sammich...and I still couldn't muster up the courage to give him my number. We talked about our favorite TV shows and had such animated conversations and direct eye contact, and even then I was too chicken shit.
Apparently my low self-esteem and poor self image got in the way as I would often think, "He would NEVER be interested in me...he can get any girl he wants, why would he want me?"
I just felt I wasn't good enough.
Although I've lost a grip of weight...I guess some things are harder to break.
*sigh*