2 Guys, 1 Trip

I love traveling, especially when it involves potential romantic possibilities. I had planned a nice 5 day vacation and this one included 2 possible guys. Good odds, right? WRONG.

Guy #1: Guy #1 and I used to go to high school together. We didn't really talk much during those days, however, given the many different social networking sites and forms of communications, we started talking some and hung out once, good times, so it was naturally a great idea to reconnect on my little trip to his side of the world. He was a nice guy who had nothing but compliments and nice things to say each time I spoke to him. And offering to pick me up from the airport? Sounds like a deal!

Guy #2: We met almost 5 years ago and had reconnected 2 years after that in Vegas for Valentine's Day prior to him moving out of the country. When I had first met him, I always enjoyed his company and we had a great time and he was sweet as pie. We met up in Vegas for a last hooray and at that point, I thought of that as the one and only chance I would have with him. Except, during our little getaway in Vegas I ended up with a respiratory virus the day after we arrived --which resulted in me having a ridiculously high fever to the point of being delusional, hacking up all my insides, and basically looking and feeling like death. Being the trooper that I am, and thinking this is my one and only opportunity, we ended up having sex. The most embarrassingly horrible sex of my life --all my fault, none of his. I mean, when a girl can barely breath, is sweaty with fever, delusional, and coughing up a lung while saying 'don't kiss me, I don't want to get you sick' and then falling off the side of the bed, curled up on the floor in a coughing fit is not the most attractive site either. Anyway, 3 years ago I apologized and promised to make up for it at some point in the future.

OK, let's fast forward to my "amazing" trip:

The beginning should have given me a clue as to the mess that would follow...
While standing in line waiting to board the plane, there was a grumpy woman in front of me talking to her husband who was standing behind me...naturally, I stepped away and let them stand together so she would quit talking to him through me. I heard her muttering some none sense splashed with a few choice cuss words but I didn't pay much attention. Once on the plane, I stopped to put my carry on bag in the overhead bin, and said "excuse me" as I stopped the flow of people to put up my bag. The woman mutters, "bout tiiiime you said excuuuuse me!" ---a bit confused I looked at her and advised her that she might not want to piss off people she is stuck on an aircraft with for 4 hours. I was actually a bit taken back by her attitude and the start of my trip...a little bit of a bump in the road, things will get better once I land....right?

Happy to be off the plane I texted Guy #1, "I'm here!!" I find him outside in the line of cars, he doesn't get out to put my carry on in the backseat or anything --hmm, OK, I'll let that slide. I get in the car and BAM!!! what IS that smell???? oh yes, why it must be the sweet smell of liquor! Ahhh yes, Guy #1 has come to pick me up. Drunk. Great. We were going to a friend's birthday gathering from the airport, I had emailed Guy #1 the address prior to coming so that he would get direction. But did he? Of course not. I had to call the house party to get the address and given my luck, people were already too trashed to be able to repeat their own apartment address to me. Drunk people talking gibberish over the phone, Guy #1 drunk next to me getting annoyed at the number of cops at the airport...why yes, I would call this a bit more than just a bump in the road.

After some challenges, we find our way to the house party just in time for the birthday toast. Now let me tell you something about incredibly intoxicated people and toasts --they don't mix well, at least not with the sober people. I heard the longest, most elaborate birthday toast which seemed to go on for about 20 minutes, which went down every avenue from "we've been childhood friend and I love you man" to "I love your boyfriend!!! I want to have anal sex with your boyfriend!!!" ---where I'm getting at is that this speech was horribly painful to watch and hear. Drunk Guy #1 was completely weirded out by us walking in on this never ending speech and was trying to get the hell out of the place. He asked me if there's any reason why some people at the party were under the impression that I was going home with him. I didn't bother telling him that I had told a couple of them that I might spend the night at his place if things work out well. Needless to say, picking me up drunk is not my definition of "things working out well" and so I would NOT be staying at his place. As soon as the never ending speech ended, he excused himself and left immediately.

OK, so things didn't work out with Guy #1, no biggie --there's always my Vegas Valentine's Guy #2!!!

Guy #2 was about an hour out from where I was staying. The sweet guy that he is, he offered to get me my own hotel room near the area so that I wouldn't have to worry about where to stay and could still come out to see him. Wonderful!!! We met at the metro station and immediately hit it off as before, great conversation all the way to the hotel. We checked in and he gave his debit card at the registration desk --they advised that since it was a debit card, they would have to pull out the full hotel room amount & security deposit and then refund him the security deposit upon check out. He hesitated a minute when the woman told him that, so I just offered my credit card --the woman told us that we could change it to any other card we wanted at check-out and Guy #2 said thanks and that we could just switch it to his card in the morning. Anyway, we put all my things in the room and went out for some good food, everything was going so well! Even a little mini-make out session at the hotel before going out to meet the rest of the group. He got along so well with all my friends, everyone was having a great time --so hey, why not have him stay at the hotel with me?? Perfect!!!

During the taxi ride back to the hotel I start over-thinking things --as I normally do. He had already mentioned the Vegas incident and how funny it was that I had apologized and said I'd make it up to him. But a wee-bit of a dilemma...I had zero plans on getting too close to any guy actually. I mean, I was hoping for a nice quality time spent with a boy I like, but I didn't plan on having sex with anyone! Hence the absence of a good razor in my little carry on bag I dragged all over town with me. I had spent the previous 4 nights sleeping on the floor of a family member's guest room with just 1 sheet and my towels rolled and used as a pillow...I hadn't shaved my legs, armpits or any other part of me for about 5-6 days...I felt so gross and stinky and sweaty from my long day and now I felt like I was obligated to make up for the Vegas fiasco?! Oh dear god no!!!!! That incident was so horrible that there's no way I could follow it up with stubbly-stinky-sweaty-'I don't even feel pretty'-sex!!!! AND I invited Guy #2 back to the room?!?!??!? UUGH!

I change into my little shorts & tank top and hop in bed with him. The second he goes in for the hug and touches my legs I freak out and tell him not to touch my legs cuz I haven't shaved. He didn't seemed too bothered by it, but I am the most self conscious person ever --if I don't feel "pretty" and all that stupid girly stuff, I over think it and kill it basically. So I bluntly tell him that he won't be getting laid and I hope he's OK with that. About 2 minutes after I say this, I hear light snoring and figured that it worked out well --he was tired anyway and could get to sleep. Sweet.

In the morning I was awake and I knew he was awake but neither of us was saying anything. Until I finally said it...

Me: are you annoyed?'
Guy #2: no, I'm sleeping, why would I be annoyed??
Me: '....ok....'
Guy #2: 'you mean, am I annoyed that neither of us got any oral pleasure?'
Me: [very confused by the choice of words] yes....I guess that's one way of putting it...
Guy #2: I don't care!

A couple minutes later I looked over and he had his back to me texting on his phone. After which he got up to use the bathroom and came back to put on his socks and pants. I just laid in the bed watching as he got dressed, stood over the side of the bed and said "safe travels," gave me a half-assed hug and walked out the room. I laid there in the bed trying to figure out what the hell just happened...still confused I got up and called one of my friends to come pick me up from the hotel. As I stood next to the window calling my friend, I looked out the window and realized I could watch Guy #2 walk away from the hotel....at which point it hit me, WAIT! WASN'T HE SUPPOSED TO PAY FOR THE HOTEL?!

Yes, ladies & gentlemen, I got stiffed the hotel room bill for not putting out. I have no idea why, but I felt awful for him not getting laid when he probably, in his mind, thought it was a sure thing! I felt SO bad that I figured, FINE! I'll just pay for the room, I'm sure he offered the room figuring it would automatically come with sex. I looked on the invoice slipped under the door that said the current balance was $0.00 and the charges were paid with a Visa card. OK, well I had a Visa and so did he! Maybe he DID do as he actually said and switched the cards before he left the hotel. Right??? When I went to check out I asked them what card the charges were put on, they told me they had 2 cards on file but that the charges looked like it was on my card. That's fine...I'll pay the room fee as my GUILT fee over not giving it up to a guy (if that makes ANY sense at all). I start running the whole scenario over and over in my head and called a girlfriend to tell her how I got stiffed the hotel room bill. She convinced me that I was being ridiculous feeling guilty and that I should put the charge on HIS card, especially when HE offered to get me the hotel room and HE offered to pay it anyway. YEAH! HE SHOULD PAY!!!

Back I go to the registration counter and ask if they could actually put the charges on the second card instead.

"I'm sorry ma'am, that card has been declined"
Ouch.