Dear Mr Australian Accent,
Well, hi. Um.. sheesh, that accent. Why does it make me so nervous? Say my name again... gosh. Wow. Okay.. I'll stop now. It was just suppossed to be a girls night. I was there with my two girlfriends and we were hanging out, waiting for the tables to be cleared so we could dance. Anyway, I saw you across the room long before we chatted and I thought, "oh. he's cute," but then again so are lots of other people, so I didn't think of anything at the time. Also, I don't approach guys in this city. I feel like that's asking for trouble, so I just wait in my dazzling dress, eyes wandering the room until I am approached. The night was getting weird and we kept getting shifted all over the place because the staff was setting stuff up. And people were starting to get drunk, which I guess is what you do. I actually stay fairly sober even when I'm out. I usually have two drinks at the most. I guess my acting abilities make me able to be just as psycho crazy when I'm sober as others can be drunk haha.
My friends and I were talking, chillin' when a very outgoing spunky Australian guy came up to us and just started talking . We hit it off because he was so goofy and then he introduced us to all your friends. I suppose there were thirty of you guys on a business celebration trip for the top salesmen in your company? Is that right? Anyway, you Australians are so stinkin' funny! Your sense of humor is hilarious and it's fun just to listen to you talk... about anything. Literally anything... you don't even know. So, the goofy guy who first approached us and a couple other guys were talking with us and then you joined the circle (to my girlish heart's excitement) and joined in the conversation. And then things happened to where you were standing next to me. Heart beating slightly faster... Of course, in these situations it is of the utmost importance to play it cool, to be relaxed, so I was. Then we started talking about our families, remember? You had a sister in France and a brother in Switzerland or something glamorous like that. We were joking with the whole circle about the different names for things in America and Australia.. rubbage, jumper, thongs..which are flip flops for us... that was funny. And then the host guy came up and I had a really good life conversation with him actually about goals and perseverance. He told me that we were the most genuine girls he'd met since he was in Vegas... of course he was pretty tipsy, but that was nice. However, I was afraid I lost you for the night and you'd move on to another conversation, so I was overly delighted when you brought me a drink instead. And we got to talk more.. just me and you. THIS IS SO COOL! THE GUY I SAW ACROSS THE ROOM WHO I LIKED MOST AND I WERE THERE TALKING! It was reall!!!!! Ahhhh!!!!! You had to lean into my ear to talk because of the "noise" but I didn't mind. The boss guy kept bringing everyone shots! Remember? And he kept bringing us drinks though my friends and I tried to refuse. And refuse and refuse. To be honest, I drank more than I've ever drunk in my life at one sitting. I think I had three shots and 2 and a half drinks. Hey, that's a lot for me!!! I'm a lightweight. Anyway, we talked as we got more and more buzzed. I admired your sweetness and your passion for life... along with how amazing you looked in your suit and your sexy jawline... I know, I have a weird fetish haha.
So then I asked you if Australians knew how to dance. You rolled your eyes, grabbed my hand and took me to the dance floor. I now vaguely remembered I was supposed to be the dd... but I was pretty sure I was too tipsy for that and I didn't care because a super hott sexy Australian guy wanted to dance with me. I felt like Cinderella at my own ball if you will. And man, did we dance. You said the cutest things, like "you're so cuddly" adorable and "I really feel a connection with you".. actually I think you said that a few times. Just as our bliss was beginning, my friend came up and said we had to go because my other friend got sick. I told her to give me five minutes and then... we kissed. Right in the middle of the music and the confetti and the flashing lights and crowd of people. It was cute. It was much more than five minutes before my friend came back... because she's awesome like that. And I had to leave the ball early and unexpectedly. As I rushed out the door, you followed me to my surprise and said you would take us home in your limo... but we nicely declined. I got a last moment with you. My friend came up and said, "kiss, kiss, exchange info, let's go"... she was so great while my other friend was a champ trying to hold it all together. You looked at me with longing eyes that made me melt and said, "but I thought...." "I know. I'm sorry" I interrupted. And then I said, "if you don't want my number, I understand." To which you responded, "Are you kidding? What an insult! What an insult... you're such a beauty" Oh, that accent.. you're killing me. So one last kiss and I left hastily, but I did manage to leave a glass slipper (my phone number) before us girls pranced out into the glowing lights of this city of lavish parties.
When we got back to the hotel room, we all debrief on the evening an laughed and giggled and theorized about the next night. I missed you already. For me, you weren't just a kiss, you were a prince charming of sorts because you were so gentlemanly and charming. I fell asleep melancholy at 3am and woke up at 7am with a huge sugar rush, so I worked out, got ready, walked around and ate breakfast before my friends woke up. I was trying to forget because I assumed you wouldn't contact me.. but I still kept checking my phone like a girl haha. At lunch, you did give me a call. You wanted us to come over to the pool before you had to check out at 3. Ah! I was so freaking out when you called me back. My friends were too sick, but nothing would stop me from seeing you one last time. So we went to the pool and kissed and kissed and kissed some more, it was hot! And shameless and I'm sure ppl were looking at us weird, but what do you expect?! This is Vegas people!
Saying goodbye to you was actually kind of sad. WHY COULDN'T YOU BE HERE ONE MORE NIGHT?? like for reals. You told me tenderly that you didn't want to leave and I told you that I didn't want you to leave either. So, we had our dramatic goodbye and we probably both knew we'd never see each other again, unless we ever travel across the world. The modern life is like that though. So then, I walked down the strip in the afternoon, watched the bellagio water show and then met up with my friends. We napped and went out again the next night, but I was over it. I was missing you and wishing you were there. Don't get me wrong, the view was cool and the music was amazing, so we did dance.. and that was fun for sure. But we didn't drink anything so as people got progressively drunk, they looked progressively stupid. I was sure you were over it, but then I got your sweet e mail and I thought if things were more practical, they could have gone somewhere. I smiled as I read it. We are pen pals. Well, we were for two weeks and then life happens and you meet someone else... or at least I did later that night on the dance floor, he swing danced with me and talked about church in a Vegas club. It was hilarious, and he lives in dc, which is on the other side of the US, but at least not the other side of the world... Oh, come on. You're gorgeous, I'm sure girls are stumbling all over themselves when they meet you.
It was perfect in a way. That's the thing about Vegas. Things can happen that aren't real... and eventually everyone goes home. It's all one big empty show and It's kind of emotional, at least for me. Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet with you and dance with you and hear you talk all night!
Sincerely,
Cinderella
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