Kryptonite

Aaaahhhh....Vegas Boy (sigh). If I was a superhero Vegas Boy would be my kryptonite. I have no idea why he has the effect on me that he does but it is useless to fight it--absolutely and utterly useless. All it really took was an email and a couple text messages and we were back in business with our hot and heavy flirting. I knew I would have to step it up a bit to get back on his radar but I am not completely without charm. My morals and values might be in question but my charm is undeniable (this might be a slight exaggeration but whatever). 

Vegas Boy came to visit me for the weekend...and it was great. We have lots of fun together. Granted, our clothes are off quite often but it isn't as though we can't carry on a conversation or anything. It is evident that we have excellent chemistry but as it turns our personalities are also a good compliment to each other too. After having "fun" all weekend it was now my turn to head to Vegas. Between my 2 trips up to Vegas he took me to a show at the Wynn, hiking at Red Rock, showed me his office (if you can call a porn studio an office), took me to dinner, cooked for me, etc. Both times I had a fantastic time and our affectionate sarcasm towards each other had found a perfect rhythm. 

I hate how much I like Vegas Boy. I really REALLY do. If I knew he was as into me as I am into him it wouldn't be so fucking annoying...but I don't know that. I might never know that. Unless I ask...