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In Vegas, anything can happen and the scene was set: a pair of extra large twins (6’5 to be exact) sat at the bar becoming bookends to their tattooed little person friend nudged in between.
My friend and I washed down our burgers with Baileys mixed with Oreos and Tiramisu milkshakes. I had just briefed her on the #lovejump and my attempt to let love find me, so she was primed for the wing-woman seat.
Since rule number 1 of the #lovejump is being open to guys I normally wouldn’t date or typically find attractive, I began to scan the room for potential mates— not leaving anyone out.
After a few more laughs, my eyes landed on a lanky basketball-built guy drinking a glass of water while yawning at the bar.
By the looks of it, he was clearly bored and in need of a (much deserved I would later find out) pick-me-up. After I accidentally splattered yellow mustard all over my burger and shoes— in classic Krystal fashion— I began to tell my friend about my token dessert delivery.
The (trademarked) dessert delivery is a sweet, yet subtle way to let a guy know that I’m interested. Instead of sending a guy a drink, you have your server deliver a dessert of your choice. It’s like winking-for-free on Match.com. No harm, no foul.
As you know, I don’t have much dating experience but up until this point the dessert delivery has worked for me and after tonight, the third time was a charm.
After much debate between the Birthday Cake and the Oreo Shake, I had the waitress send the Campfire Smores shake to the tall guy at the bar.Now it was time to fake twirl the curls in my hair, giggle and nibble on my fries so as not to make direct eye contact with him as he approached.
And approach he did.. “Is this for me? From you?”
I stand and he is still hovering over me. Which is FANTASTIC because I am 5’8 + with heels on. Tall? Check!
The usual (and never gets old) “thank you’s”, “you’re too sweet”, “that’s very kind” small talk begins and before I know it, 6’5 and his little friend have joined us for a chat while twin brother and wife wait at the bar.
More small talk continued and the bashful former basketball player asked for my number before the group left to dance the night away at the club across the way.
Then I found out the sweetest thing. They were celebrating his 29th birthday. I should have sent the Birthday Cake milkshake after all.