30 Bangs: The Shaping Of One Man's Game From Patient Mouse To Rabid Wolf by Roosh V

Author:Roosh V [V, Roosh]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2012-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

17: The Vegas Slut

I went with a friend to Las Vegas for my first visit to the city. He had a relative we could stay with so we planned a weeklong visit, an obvious mistake to anyone who has been there. Besides drinking and gambling, there’s nothing else to do.

Going on a weekend holiday was dumb because the lines to every club, even the crappy ones, were long and frustrating. Since we weren’t willing to buy bottle service or pay bribes to bouncers, we ended up spending most of our nights at the Hard Rock Casino’s circle bar, located right in the middle of the gaming floor. The turnover was fast so all we had to do was wait fifteen minutes for new meat to arrive if we didn’t like the current cuts on display.

I began experimenting with a new line: “Have you ever slept on a Persian rug?” They would say no and then I’d partially lift my shirt to reveal my stomach hair. Finally I’d say, “Now’s your chance.” While it got hearty laughs, it didn’t lead to sex. Maybe it was too self-deprecating.

In the middle of our trip I was feeling down from losing several hundred dollars at blackjack, but kept going to the circle bar with my friend. On a slow night I saw a tall, husky girl with a beret drinking alone at the bar.

“Did you lose your savings in blackjack, too?” I said. She laughed and then told me she was a local, out for a few drinks. A couple thoughts went off in my head. First, as a local she probably had a bed. Second, she must have been extremely horny if she was an American girl out alone since it was a rare occurrence in the culture.

We sat at the bar and began the most painful conversation of my life. Absolutely nothing she said had any meaning or substance. All I could do was nod and say, “Oh, cool” to keep it going. It was incredible how little I had to talk, though she occasionally asked questions to learn about me (or to make sure I was still awake). After an hour of torture, my brain shut down and I drifted off into dreamland. I questioned my intention to have sex with her, but I knew the pain would soon end and be relieved by mediocre sexual pleasure. My friend was whispering in my ear to “go for the notch.”

It was during that time that I noticed she wasn’t very attractive. I was definitely more handsome than she was pretty, but I stuck around because of my friend’s encouragement and because I had been led to believe that I was a loser if I didn’t get laid in Vegas. So I kept drinking, almost to the point of stupor, and then asked, “How did you get here?”

“I have a car.”

“Do you have food in your house? I’m starving.”

“Hmm, not really.”

“How about peanut butter?”

“Yeah, I have peanut butter,” she said.

“Alright, let’s get out of here then.

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