My Wingman, The Irishman, Handsome Strangers on a Plane, and Vegas Baby

I believe that there is something in Vegas that makes it so you can live and survive with having as little sleep as possible.  At least, it was that way for me. 

The week started on Friday, with me flying into Vegas and meeting up with my Wingman.  You know the Wingman right?  Wikipedia describes the wingman as the following:

Wingman is a term in the seduction communitythat a man may take when he goes to a club or bar with an accompanying male. A wingman is expected to support his friend in approaching women. The men often pick a desired woman, who is referred to as the “target.” The man intending to seduce the target is often called the “pilot.” The wingman is expected to back up the pilot, which typically entails talking to the target’s less attractive friend(s) and making comments that will make the pilot seem more attractive. The 1986 film Top Gun is often credited with bringing the term into popular usage.

The wingman motivates the pilot to be social and practice approaching women. He helps the pilot approach pairs and groups of women without the awkwardness of being alone. He will sometimes take the less attractive woman of a pair so that the pilot can get the more attractive without interruption. Other responsibilities include remembering details (i.e. target’s names and personal information) as well as compensating for intoxication in the judgment of the pilot.

While our sexes are not the same, my wingman is exactly this and more.  Has always been, I believe.  He came to hang out with me for the weekend – flew in Friday and left on Sunday night.  We had a good time, and as he moved away from this mama many years ago, it’s always good to see him.  Friday was quiet, we sat and enjoyed this view while drinking martini’s.  Dirty for him (HAHA you dirty man) and Pomegranate for me. 

 

Saturday night was quite the opposite of quiet with some of my work friends and Wingman and I meeting up for drinks.  And drinks were had by all – many, many drinks.  My Wingman was found interesting by one woman in particular, who shall be the one who remains nameless.  The flirting levels reached a new height when I got … the look.    I knew the look, he wasn’t interested but she’s in my circle, what does he do?  And as any fabulous wingman does, he worked through it with casual flirting and dancing, not making it strange or awkward so that the next few days aren’t going to suck for me after he leaves.  Yah, he’s my Wingman.  Mine.

After my Wingman left, Monday night brought a Presidential Buffet overlooking Lake Las Vegas.  Very fancy so we dressed for the part.  At 9.30pm some of my new circle of friends invited me to take a limo to the Strip.  Of course I’m up for it.  We get into the 24 person stretch Hummer and head out for some fun.  We get to the Strip and are walking around one of the hotels where we promptly hit up an Irish Bar – a popular one by the looks of it.  We get inside and are having a wonderful time when I notice an extremely cute member of the Irish band up on stage singing.  After many drinks, and around 2.30am, I’m told the Hummer is waiting for us and it’s time to go.  One last look at the cute Irish Man has me changing my mind about leaving with the crew in the Hummer.  He smiled, I waved, he came over and said hello.  Well well, winner winner chicken dinner my friends.  Irishman asks me to have a drink, I wave goodbye to the crew and off we go at 3am for a drink.  Ahhh, the 24 hour bars are incredible.  Liquid Courage.  Irishman and I had a fabulous time, we talked and had a drink or two.  I say goodbye, get into a cab around 7.30am and off I am back to the hotel to shower, change and head to class.  With absolutely zero sleep.  I was amazed I wasn’t feeling tired at all.  I felt exhilarated truth be told.  I get back to my room from class with all intentions of sleeping the rest of the night away around 5pm, and see the message light blinking on my phone in the room.  To my surprise, the Irishman found me and as it was his night off, wondered if I’d be interested in seeing him that evening.  Happily I called the very cute Irishman back and informed him I’d love to see him that evening, and we agreed on a time.  He came and picked me up, opened my car door – getting in and getting out and off we went to paint the town red.  We did not hit the Strip but instead he took me to one of his local hangouts where I was promptly introduced to all of his friends.  That night brought more talking and fun, and here it was, the thing I had feared I’d not feel again – the connection.  I had it with Dick, I haven’t had it since and the fear of not finding that again was always there.  However, low and behold, this man from Ireland with his sexy accent and dark looks … it was a connection.  I felt it.  WE felt it.  He asked if I’d be interested in delaying my flight home to spend some more time with him.  And I was.  So I did.

Once I informed my crew that I was delaying my trip, I packed my bags and off we went.  Irishman was working that evening, so another night at the Irish Pub was in store for me. 

To be continued …