This past week I was in Vegas for a pool tournament, and deadset on making sure I got *some* action in the true city that never sleeps. I set my tinder on Vegas, dropped a Raob post. The works.
Thursday night, I get a match on tinder with a cute local. Smallish tits, fat ass, cute face. Not a 10, but definitely a solid 7. Bio says she’s in an open relationship, and the only word my brain can think is “JACKPOT”.
Cue the magic. Youd be surprised how much not being a shitty conversationalist can work in your favor to getting laid. It’s like a GTA cheatcode or something. With that said, the conversation quickly developed to her wanting to hang out after she got out of work at 2am.
In Vegas, people are up at all hours of the night. I was no exception. I was on a side table playing pool most of the trip, so when she said that, I of course said no problem. Figured we could play pool for a bit, drink a bit, see what happens. We hadn’t discussed hooking up at all, but I wasnt going to not try in person.