the shameful tales of a happy singleton

A good, and recently, single guy friend of mine is going to Vegas soon. It’s his first time and he’s been asking me for … tips if you will – what to wear, etc.

It is my belief that Vegas is a practice in debauchery. How comfortable you are with it and to what level you are willing to participate in it.

I think the first time is always a little overwhelming – all the bright lights, the free-flowing booze, the half-naked bodies, the clinging of the slots – it’s difficult to accept Vegas for what it is during your first visit.

Vegas has been very kind to me as of late. My first solo visit with my BFF wasn’t so great, I wasn’t as confident, and didn’t give off the same vibe I do now. My second trip, for said BFF’s stagette, was good times. Boys were kind to me, fun was had, debauchery was experienced. After a lengthy hiatus, my trip last year for a friend’s 30th, blew everything out of the water – mindless flirting every night, and finally a ridiculous amount of attention from a good group of Brits, including one that just kept on saying “You’re just so sexy!”. And then there was the last trip, where I was ruined for all boys by Lieberhaber.

Basically, I have had my fair share of fun and trysts in Vegas.

That being said, my favorite piece of advice to my recently single friend:

Do something naughty in an elevator.

It’s just a good life choice in Vegas.

But only in Vegas.