Through a mutual friend, I ran across this little gem right here: http://ninjadeathstarboomerangbomb.tumblr.com/post/843368465/how-i-got-to-vegas-etc

Normally, I’d leave well enough alone, but I dislike being called a prostitute over the internet, so I thought I’d clear the air.

First off, I do not disagree with most of the claims in said post. I was drinking a lot yes (I have since quite drinking upon getting married), yes we argued a lot during which I used manipulation tactics (though I was grabbed and yanked firmly by the arm on one occasion which did leave a bruise- I don’t hold a grudge for that) that, as all manipulation tactics are, questionable behaviour. The only things I wish to refute are the circumstances under which I met said customer, why I left, and why The Blog Owner and I began dating in the first place.

As I am sure can be assumed, seeming as I was a full time dancer (or stripper, if you prefer) for the better part of eight years, I’m by far not an unattractive woman. I began dating the Blog Owner approximately seven months after an intense heartbreak over, what most people classify as, “The One Who Got Away”, or so I believed at the time. Before this I was in a four year relationship- I had always been a social drinker during the four years but the drinking was greatly exacerbated after that split, and after “the one who got away”.

The Blog Owner bears a slight resemblance to The One Who Got Away, one where if you squint or blur your eyes you could almost see. He and I had also been friends for a year or so. He was pleasantly average and mild, I thought perhaps I could squelch the urge for a life of seeking “The Next Big Thing” ( I’ve always been a gypsy, thrill seeker, adventurer; having lived in 15 cities in 2 countries as of today) and settle down. At the time I was seeking stability, rather than actually take a hard look at the blatant incompatibilities. I knew early on it likely wouldn’t work, but I attributed that to my own insatiable sense of grandeur. I wanted to love him, but I can’t say as I ever did.

I met The Man From Los Angeles that I spent the three days with on Superbowl Sunday in 2009 at my place of employment. He had generously given me over a thousand dollars for a five hour VIP. He was devastatingly handsome, charming, successful, adventurous and was filled with charisma- not to mention twelve years my senior and wealthy. Upon asking me if I wanted to do a sixth hour, I told him I was too attracted to him to pursue it, but gave him my number when he asked me for a date.

Later that evening the Blog Owner and I went to Circuit City. The Man From Los Angeles called me, I rejected the call. I texted him several hours later, and he said he would fly out to see me the following Wednesday from Los Angeles.

I picked him up that Wednesday morning at McCarren International. I drove him to THEHotel at Mandalay Bay, and had to attend class. After class, I came back to THEHotel. My dear friend in Las Vegas, Erica (stage name, not her real name), was invited to join us. We went to dinner at MIX Lounge.

The Man From Los Angeles did NOT give us any sum of money for meeting him. I brought Erica along as a security policy, because I didn’t know this man very well, even after a week of telephone conversations. During no time during the three days or time afterward I spent with him did he ever pay me any sum of money. We were attracted to each other, I stayed with him of my own volition- unless you consider going out on dates for three nights payment, in which case any man who takes any woman on a date paying for the pleasure of her company. I spent three days ( and some time after that, once we agreed to start dating, not exclusively ) in a hotel room with a bathtub so deep I could float, eating Fettucine Alfredo in bed, being taken out to the most expensive restaurants and nightclubs in Las Vegas and later- Los Angeles. I actually paid for my own flight to Los Angeles when I visited him.

Rewinding a touch- at the dinner at MIX, I excused myself to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I called the Blog Owner and broke up with him. I will admit most people will regard this as cruel but I didn’t care. I’d found something exciting after over a year of complacency… which I got myself into by my own accord. I was through trying to convince myself I loved The Blog Owner.

The Man From Los Angeles came to see me three days a week, every week, for three weeks afterwards. The fourth time, I flew to Los Angeles and stayed with him, the fifth time, he came back to Las Vegas as well as the sixth. We split up the first week of May- I had gotten too attached, and he had planned a six month long excursion around the world way before he had even met me. It was hard to let go of The Man From Los Angeles- he was the first person I’d had feelings for in over a year.

In regards to my going through “one guy after another”, I’d like to point out this was my ONLY year single since I was FIFTEEN. I had one boyfriend in high school from 15 to 18, a few flings at 18, met my ex at 19 was with him til 24. At 24 I met The One Who got Away and saw him for ten months. The February of the year I was 25 I began dating the Blog Owner, we dated until the following February- I turned 26 over the summer. So at 26 years old, I had never really been single- I think I deserved a year to (safely) run wild. Other than a three month relationship in the months before I met ADHD, I had not had a relationship since the Blog Owner and I broke up.

All of this means three things:

a) His claim of myself and my friend being paid to go out with The Man From Los Angeles: False, unless you count weeks of dating and trips as “paying”.

b) His claims I had likely used the club as a dating pool multiple times: False. The first time was the One Who Got Away ( who was 21, gorgeous, and whom I did NOT dance for but met 15 minutes before the closing of the club), the second time was the one documented above.

c) His portrayal of me as a slut and/or prostitute is an inaccurate one, though I will openly admit to the drinking and verbal abuse and cite no reason other than dissatisfaction.

Other gems failed to be mentioned:

a) Even after I left him for The Man From Los Angeles, he begged me back.

b) He continued to allow me to come home and have random drunken meaningless sex with him.

c) This man was so far from adult he would get upset about the most minor things, including my placement of the cans in the cupboard.

d) I did not introduce him to my friends because I was embarrassed.

e) ADHD finds this hilarious.