30 Something

Well I've just come from NM on yesterday. After a long all day flight I was pretty happy to be home. We stayed in a plush, plush Embassy Suites--free breakfast, free drinks (full bar)and h'ordovers from 5:30-7:30. I drank at least three drinks per day. Tuesday night was the best. We stayed up late and talked and talked. I think it was the alcohol cause i'm not much of a talker. I spilled my guts bout my whole life. Now i feel weird cause i wasn't trying to make a best friend or anything, just converse and get to know each other, but we had a hilarious time on Tuesday evening when we met some girls from Texas. They were so funny. I would love to work with them. They told a funny story about their boss. She's a petite, prim and proper girl, but when her husband goes to Las Vagas she has to go and pretend to be a prostitute all week--attitude, and clothes to match. Her pay at the end of the week is a trip to Cartier to get whatever she wants. She hates it. That to me is so funny. I would love to pretend to be a prostitute for my man to buy me Cartier. I'm not sure if I would know how to do it though. I've tried to pretend and fantasize in my mind how I would do it, but I don't know. I think I would need to do some investigations to see how prostitutes act. I rode of the world's longest Tram to the top of the Sandia Mountains. Sandia means Watermelon in spanish and the mountains were named that because at a certain time during the day the mountains have a pink color. I also heard that they call it that because there is a spring underneath the mountain--Sandia=Water. All in all I had a fun time. I met a guy, Shawn, from Michigan. I gave him my number. He hasn't called. I was going to call him just in case he lost my number, but I'm only calling once. He was really cute--tall, dark, bald.... We were at a bar/restaurant eating dinner and I ordered a drink called the Truth Serum. It was a martini, really good. After we were finished eating the waitress comes over to tell me that the guy at the bar wants to buy me a drink. I told her okay. She bought back two drinks, one for me and my friend. We sat for about 10 minutes when I decided that he wasn't going to come to talk to me. So I went over and had a convo. He's 31, owns a tow trucking company in detroit and is very single and looking. He has a daugter and he's not the street kind of guy. He works alot so he doesn't have to go out every weekend. I really really hope he calls. I got the idea that he would call, but he hasn't so far.

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