I just got back from Vegas. Had a wonderful time getting to know the girls better over drinks and smart remarks.

I met with B, the underwear model, and could see myself falling for him easily. Which, is why I am stepping away of course.

At 4 in the morning M told me that he really had to tell me something. So, in a black dress smelling of cigarettes and my breath reeking of champagne and cranberry vodka, I went downstairs to meet him in the field of slot machines. Truthfully, I don't remember much, as I was very drunk. Although he brought up the possibility of us trying to work out some sort of relationship and I remember getting into a conversation that went something like this:

Me: Anyway, you wouldn't want to be in a relationship with me. I'm crazy and moody.
M: No, I would.
Me: No, you wouldn't
M: (vigorously nodding) Yah, I really would.
Me: No, you wouldn't.
M: Yah, I would.
Me: No, you wouldn't.
M: Yah, I would.
Me:No, you--
M: Okay, this is going nowhere.

Moral of the story: Don't argue with a drunk girl, I just became more stubborn than I usually am. I also remember watching him while he talked and thinking that it was very unfortunate that I couldn't lean over and kiss him. As, that would only lead him on and wouldn't be the "right" thing to do. Then, I remember his face getting really sad and upset and taking that as my cue to leave. God, the goodbye was awful. I just said, "well, okay I should get going" and patted his shoulder and walked away. I felt a bit miserable after for being so heartless.