WTWG Chronicles Ch. 13 | "Vegas Spice"
Worth The Wait Guy Chronicles Ch. 13
WHO'S THAT GIRL?
At this time, I've been living in Las Vegas for 4 years (single for 2 years) and I've gotten used to being single in Sin City. As a single man, there was definitely more time for me to take care of my business. Any time that would normally go to "caking" (sweet talking my ex-girlfriend or potential lady friend), I would spend working out, going to church or hanging out with my sister (who is my best friend). I wisely took advantage of this free time as I was working to become a better person. I was praying more. I was helping my sister with her music career. I was working on building LAYOP. I was eating healthier (because my sister loves to cook delicious healthy meals). Life was good.
One random Wednesday night in May, I had just finished playing basketball with my friends. After the game, I was scheduled to make an appearance at one of the nightclubs on The Strip. One of my coworkers, Julie, was having a going away party at 1 Oak. I really didn't want to go out that night because I was dog tired from the basketball game and I didn't party like that anymore. I mentioned to Julie that I wasn't much of a party person, but since she was so kind to personally invite me, I had to pull up and show her some love.
My game plan was to only spend up to 2 hours inside 1 Oak max: Kick it with Julie and the crew in VIP, shake some hands, kiss some babies, then head to the crib. I had to work in the morning and wanted to be a responsible adult. I didn't smoke or drink so that made things a little easier for me to stay coherrent and alert. I felt comfortable inside the clubs (especially at a VIP table) but they were never "my thing." Now, don't get me wrong... I love to bob my head to some hip-hop music in the club and could chair dance with the best of them. But for tonight, I didn't even feel like doing the same ol' two-step. I was so tired!
Once I drank a few virgin cranberry and pineapple juice drinks, I found a nice groove. As I was hanging out and having fun with everyone, a girl who was sitting at the table next to ours, offered me some candy (I know what you're thinking, but it was drug-free candy). I thought it was a bit strange that she had a very large bowl of candy with her at the table, but I took a Twizzler and kept it pushing.
About an hour later, I looked over to the candy table to see if they were still having fun, and there she was: A vibrant, pint-size, ball of energy. I was far away from this mystery girl but I could feel the vibes from my seat. I was about 30 minutes away from my hard out time but that was the last thing on my mind. Something was telling me that I needed to meet this woman. I literally got chills over my body and went for it.
When I went over to the candy table, I introduced myself to Natali, a local young, spicy, fun bartender originally from Scottsdale, Arizona. Natali had the night off and wanted to dance with her girls - she LOVED dancing. I didn't know what it was about Natali but I had to holler at her that night. Maybe it was her cool, short haircut (think old school Toni Braxton)? Maybe it was because she was Latina and up to this point, I've never dated outside my race? Maybe it was her impressive physique? Whatever it was, I was focused and locked in.
We spent the next 2 hours together, dancing the night away. Natali made me forget that I even came to the club tired. I found a reserve of energy hanging out with her as we got to know one another. We laughed, joked, held hands, hugged and kissed all night. We could have starred in Usher's "Love In This Club" music video at this point. As I looked at my watch and it said 2:30am, I said goodbye to Natali.
We exchanged numbers and kissed each other goodnight. Later that week, we kicked it 3 nights in a row and I knew something was brewing between us. After initial review, Natali checked all of the boxes (Believer, Independent, Healthy, Similar Interests, etc), so this thing might actually go somewhere. I was game and interested to see what would happen next. Stay tuned, my friends.