After the year I had I needed to get away. I just needed to get on a plane and go somewhere where I could relax. It was a spur of the moment decision; my only criterion was that I would be getting on an airplane in the next few hours to somewhere I had never been before. When my internet search came up with Las Vegas, the idea of losing myself in 'Sin City' excited me. I wanted to live it up in a place that prides itself on indulgence.
The flight was liberating. I know so many people who hate to fly, but I am still excited by it. I love the idea of leaving my problems where they are, and heading for somewhere new. The entire flight I wondered what I would do on my solo vacation. I wondered if I would meet any interesting people. Most of all I just hoped it would be a worthwhile adventure.
I walked through the lobby of the hotel and found myself taken in by the opulence. I hadn't even reached the front desk when I heard a familiar voice.
"Hello Beautiful!"
My body reacts to the sound of your voice. I turn around and stare at you a moment in disbelief.
"Oh my God!" I exclaim and throw my arms around you "I can't believe it! How are you?"
I really can't believe it is you in front of me. So much time has passed. I have long given up on the hopes of a chance encounter with you. For so long I dreamed of our night together. I fantasized about what it would have been like to finish what we had started. I hoped you thought about it too.
I remember everything so vividly. You and I had been flirting with each other for months. Even though I knew you had a girlfriend back home, I wanted you so badly. Your friends used to tease you that they were going to move to your home town just to keep your girlfriend company. I never expected it to go anywhere with us beyond the flirting, but I enjoyed every minute. The night of your going away party, I was so surprised when you pulled me into one of the bedrooms and kissed me. You told me that you would regret it if you hadn't at least done that. My body was on fire; I wanted you so badly. Our kissing was interrupted by one of your friends who had loudly announced your girlfriend's surprise arrival. All we could do was quickly straighten ourselves out as you went to greet her. I waited in the room for a moment, and then slipped out. I left the party partially wishing nothing had happened. It was already hard to watch you leave.
"I'm good...good. Are you here with your husband? " You ask.
"Uh...no. Actually I am here to celebrate my divorce." I admit sheepishly. I am actually thrilled to be divorced, but I guess I am embarrassed to admit the failure. I expect you to give me some words of condolence as everyone else seems to.
"Hmm, well aren't I the lucky one to find you here, alone, in Sin City." You say with a sly grin. "You look as gorgeous as ever!" You remark as you look me up and down. I feel a familiar shiver run through my body.
