I’m always experimenting with something. This post happens to be part of the 10 Guys, 10 Drinks, 10 Weeks experiment. You can see the others here. Enjoy the laughs, I sure am!
Guy #6. Drink #6. Week #6. I have a confession. It’s not really Week #6. Somewhere along the line, I blurred the weeks together. Technically, this is Week #4. Technically, Guy #6 was literally the night after Guy #5. And technically, this project is way easier than I ever thought it would be. Also known as, I’m a bit bored. By the time I got to Guy #6, it finally hit me that I go out way more than I realized, I’ve just never blogged about it. Who knows? Maybe I’m bored because I pick all the wrong guys. You know, the guys that I have no intention of either taking on a second date or home.
Nevertheless, the night was short and oh, so sweet. And yes, the night included lots of Dom Perignon. What else would you pour for the launch of a new magazine? The locale? Eve Nightclub. Another new venue courtesy of CityCenter. The feel? Very CatHouse like minus the European bordello. The guy? A real estate investor. Needless to say, I learned a lot about real estate. It was very interesting (honestly). The best part about the guy? He didn’t need a babysitter. As I floated around and mingled, he was quite content to chat with others. The next best part? Whenever I returned to his side, he always had a full glass awaiting me. Now, that’s what I call a good date 
I’m always experimenting with something. This post happens to be part of the 10 Guys, 10 Drinks, 10 Weeks experiment. You can see the others here. Enjoy the laughs, I sure am!
Guy #5. Drink #5. Week #5. This was the makeup date from Jay’s (not his real name) Week #4 cancellation. The night started and ended at Cabo Wabo, with lots of little boobs in between. I had tickets to see the topless show, Jubilee and had decided that Jay would be the perfect companion. Little did I know that my tickets were first table, center stage. No joke. I could seriously reach out and touch the dancers and feathers from the costumes that continually floated down onto our table. And yes, the seating situation certainly made for an awkward few moments and some good laughs.
The drink? Pineapple Mango Mojitos. Sweet and satisfying, but too sugary to ever be anything but a fling. The boy? Recently divorced. Like in the we-just-filed-paperwork-two-weeks-ago-and-I’m-officially-single-as-of-yesterday recent. Other than the minor hiccup of him feeling completely lost and not knowing what he wants with life, aka the MO for recently divorced people, the date was a blast. Albeit, it was the kind of blast you have with a friend. You know, the kind of time you have with the guy that says all the right things, at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you kind of way.
All in all, Jay’s the guy you keep tucked tightly away in your back pocket. He’s the perfect companion for any adventure, expect the ones you have in your bedroom
I’m always experimenting with something. This post happens to be part of the 10 Guys, 10 Drinks, 10 Weeks experiment. You can see the others here. Enjoy the laughs, I sure am!
Guy #4. Drink #4. Week #4. While I haven’t been turned down yet, this week started with a last minute cancellation. The original plans included dinner, drinks and Jubilee. But, Jay (not his real name) canceled the night before. Since I was exhausted, I was a bit relieved. Then, I ran into Bob (not his real name either). Bob and I run in similar circles and while I’ve always seen him out, we’ve never truly hung out. An invite to Blue Martini seemed like the perfect opportunity to change that.
When I got to Blue Martini, Bob was already two shades to the wind. I didn’t mind, I was ready to blow off some steam. Since we were at a bar specializing in martinis and cocktails, it was the perfect time for drink #4 to be a sidecar. A few drinks in, I told Bob about this project. He got a kick out of it. In fact, he even helped me score Guy #5. After a few more, we decided to bail and head over to Stoney’s. There, Bob met a very loose girl and clearly under the influence of beer goggles, spent the night sucking face with her. That’s Bob for you. And me? I ran into potential Guy #6. Unfortunately, potential Guy #6 wasn’t taking the bait and I was feeling too old to keep trying with someone who was only remotely interested.
All in all, the sidecar was too sweet, too temperamental and too unknown to be a go-to drink. And the guy? Well, at least I found #5 out of the deal.
I’m always experimenting with something. This post happens to be part of the 10 Guys, 10 Drinks, 10 Weeks experiment. You can see the others here. Enjoy the laughs, I sure am!
Guy #3. Drink #3. Week #3. This wasn’t your typical Vegas out-of-towner. Oh no, Paul (not his real name) is part CEO, part Venture Capitalist, and all aloof sexiness. He’s the guy that knows he’s the best, but never shows it. The guy who’s uniform consists of skinny jeans, untucked button-down shirt, leather jacket and boots. He pulls the look off effortlessly, no matter where he is. By night, he’s a wine lover and so drink #3 was undoubtedly red wine. I love red wine. But with acid reflux it’s become a rare, guilty pleasure. It’s something that saddens me to no end.
Paul easily dominates many a conversation. I don’t think he means to. He just does. He dominated this one and I let him. He talked of nights in LA, bottles of wine, his new company and old competitors. We laughed, we drank and my mind wandered to the blog post I read earlier in the day about the why’s of dating. I thought about why I’m doing this experiment. And, with that in mind, I decided that I was a little too cool for Paul, but the red wine? Well, the red wine might just go back to being more than a guilty pleasure.
I’m always experimenting with something. This post happens to be part of the 10 Guys, 10 Drinks, 10 Weeks experiment. You can see the others here. Enjoy the laughs, I sure am!
Guy #2. Drink #2. Week #2. The theme? Marriage. The venue? Vanity. Complete with male and female strippers (for the bachelor and bachelorette parties, duh!), candy necklaces and table dancers dressed in sexy wedding dresses and black boots. The guy? Mysterious. Part of me has him completely figured out. The other part? Not so much. Oh, and the drink? Vodka Soda. Grey Goose to be exact. While the club was transformed into an alternate universe of brides and grooms, a few things still remained the same – we walked straight in, past the line of 50, to the best table in the club. The cocktail servers were overly attentive – glasses were always full and the table was always clean. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to be a regular club-goer. It’s an experience I rarely, if ever, encounter.
Alas, I suppose you want to hear more about Jim (not his real name) than the club Jim is the perfect gentleman. Utterly brilliant, charismatic, not needy or clingy. He commands a room effortlessly. The guys admire him and the girls shoot me evil eyes for being the one on his arm. He’s the male version of my social butterfly. In theory, he’s the perfect guy for me. And yet, the puzzle pieces don’t quite fit. I can never figure out why.
On the other hand, the drink… well, the drink just might fit. Nevertheless, it’s still too early to tell. Besides, I can’t disappoint the other eight drinks waiting for me.
I’m always experimenting with something. This post happens to be part of the 10 Guys, 10 Drinks, 10 Weeks experiment. You can see the others here. Enjoy the laughs, I sure am!
Guy #1. Drink #1. Week #1. In true Vegas fashion, I kicked it off with the culmination of CES and AVN. Maybe not my brightest idea, but as always, it sure was fun! Staying with the theme of bright ideas, I chose Patron shots with a soda chaser as my first drink. Not really what I was looking for, but it was on the list and I figured I’d get it out of the way. You know, kind of like your virginity. The night started out great and then came talk of AVN. Anytime you mix males with AVN talk the night usually ends with the guy thinking he’s getting some and me just thinking he’s a sleazy, old man.
Like any late night in Vegas, it also ended with a bit of gambling and me deciding Patron shots are only for shot time. Good thing too… I have nine more nights to go
The other day I stumbled on The 100 Girls, 100 Days Project. It intrigued and inspired me. I spent the day thinking about it. Between work and personal, I’ve been in a total rut. I mean, can you really blame me? Add crazy work changes to telling a guy “I want more too” only to have him come back with a harsh “just kidding.” Well, I’d say those two things alone qualify me for rutsville.
So… 10 guys, 10 drinks, 10 weeks was concocted. Here’s the deal:
- 10 weeks, any day… I don’t know how Mr. Dillinger is doing it, but between work and other stuff, I just can’t fathom picking up a different guy every night. Besides, I like and need some flexibility
- 10 guys… this part is self explanatory
- 10 drinks… I’m also on the hunt for a new drink. I figure this is the perfect time to find one
- 10 blog posts… duh! Each one will make for a great story
Who knows what will happen, but at the very least I’ll have some fun, great stories and find a new drink. If the ten week experiment is cool enough, maybe I’ll go for all 52 weeks
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I’m always experimenting with something. This post happens to be part of the 10 Guys, 10 Drinks, 10 Weeks experiment. You can see the others here. Enjoy the laughs, I sure am!
