Vegas Crazy

Two weeks ago I was in Vegas for a work trip. We do this event every year, hosting a few hundred guests. It's definitely a marathon as you run around to meetings all day, host cocktail hours, host dinners and then back out for more partying. There's lots of eating, drinking and networking to be had! I knew this year was going to be epic but didn't know that I would run into my crush and that he would turn out to be "Vegas Crazy."

I met "Vegas Crazy" months ago when I was downtown helping out my team for a sales event. He works for an entirely different partner so I never saw him before but was instantly attracted. He introduced himself to me and we talked for a bit before I had to get back to work. I would see him occasionally at our suburban office when he was there for meetings but never spoke to him. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw him on the second night at the after hours lounge everyone gathers at. We instantly hit it off again and spend the next few hours drinking and tearing up the dance floor....and then I slept with him. Oops. Eh, what happens in Vegas....

So yeah, fun night and it was back to meetings the next morning. Since this was our last day everyone was anxious for it to be over with and ready for the exclusive party at Tryst. The day flew by and before I knew it I was getting ready for the night with some girlfriends in my room, one of which was my boss. Two of the girls right off the bat mentioned the "guido" I was dancing with the prior night. They clearly disapproved but didn't know that I didn't just dance with him. On the other hand, another girlfriend in the room knew all about it and we got a good laugh. Looking back I maybe should have listened a little closer to the disapproval because that night I got a taste of exactly what they were talking about.

So I'm at Tryst and after an hour or so I run into "Vegas Crazy." I chat with him for a good half hour before I leave to go mingle/network with a ton of people. It's a party and I'm not there just to talk to him. I end up outside where all the Executives are and start talking to one of them. About 5-10min into the conversation with this Executive and some other girlfriends, I hear "Vegas Crazy" shouting things right into my ear. Things like "you're disgusting" and "how can you talk to him, he's a scumbag." At first I thought he was joking and I just laughed it off. It wasn't until the third time he came over that I realized he was serious. He asked me for a minute to talk and I had to embarrassingly excuse myself from the group. I walked right over to him to figure out what the hell his problem was. Apparently he was under the impression that I was going to spend all my time with him and that I wasn't going to talk to any of the other 600 people at this party. I quickly corrected him, told him he was a fucking lunatic and told him to cool off somewhere and to leave me alone. Honestly, I was in shock. Just because I hang out with you for a night doesn't mean you own me and definitely doesn't give you the right to shout horrible things at me.

The next morning "Vegas Crazy" called to apologize. Apparently alcohol makes you a jealous asshole who can't act like an adult in public.