Some Guys REALLY Know How To Spoil A Girl

On August 10th I wrote a blog post titled Help Me Find My Lost Faith In Love.  I explained that after one too many betrayals of trust I had come to the reluctant conclusion that romantic love isn’t as valuable or as durable as we’re all led to believe and that the cost of love lost was greater than the benefits of love found.  I mentioned that I had stopped dating because I could no longer imagine pursuing something that was so insubstantial.  And yet I also wrote that I desperately wanted to be wrong about all that.  I wanted my faith in love back even more than I wanted a man in my life because faith equals hope.  And yes, I wanted to be able to enjoy romance without always questioning the motivations of the person making the romantic gesture.   

So I took a deep breath and started once again giving out my number to men who asked for it and who also seemed somewhat interesting.  I figured I’d be seeing several different people in hopes of finding one that I liked well enough to go out with more than one or two times.  

It hasn’t worked out that way At. All. I’m dating one  guy who happens to be a Hollywood director/producer/screenwriter.  After our second date he told me he had to go to Vegas for a few days because of a show he is shooting there and he wanted to know  if I would allow him to fly me out to meet him for the weekend.  He even offered to get me my own suite at the hotel.   My first reaction was, “This guy’s insane.  I barely KNOW him, I can’t weekend with him in Vegas!”

Believe it or not this kind of thing has happened to me before.  I’ll go out with some guy who is incredibly successful and he’ll offer me some extravagant gift or allude to luxuries he will provide me if I stick with him for a while and I always walk away because I feel like they’re just trying to buy my affection.  

But what never occurred to me before was that the reason I was walking away from those other guys was not because they were offering me something expensive (which to them usually wasn’t very expensive at all) but because I wasn’t all that into them to begin with.  To accept costly gifts from someone you’re fairly ambivalent about feels kind of gross and whorish.  But the thing is I’m in no way ambivalent about this guy. He’s smart, incredibly talented, funny, charming, a great conversationalist and just...well, intriguing. He interests me more than any guy I’ve met in a very long time.  So I said yes. I would accept his offer to fly me out to Vegas for the weekend (I’m leaving this morning).

I had no idea what I was agreeing to.

First his personal assistant called me to arrange for my flight.  He explained that his boss (my date) was going to have to leave early on Sunday because he was doing something with HBO for the Emmys but I was welcome to stay in Vegas as late as I like.  So I figured, what the hell? I’ll leave Sunday night and take Sunday afternoon to myself to explore the city of sin.  The assistant then told me that there would be a limo waiting for me at the airport to take me to our hotel...which happens to be a 5 star hotel and my room would be a VIP suite.

My date then emailed me the itinerary of the trip.  He will meet me at the hotel and after I settled in we could go to the pool where he has arranged for us to have our own private cabana that comes complete with its own mist to keep us cool. Then we will go to Cirque de Soilel before dining at his favorite Italian restaurant.  After that we could hit the casinos.  “I won’t spend too much time gambling,” he said, “but who knows, maybe I’ll win.  How about this, if I win we’ll take $500 or whatever and buy you a new pair of shoes at the Barney’s near the hotel.”

In my entire life I’ve never spent $500 on shoes. It just doesn’t seem pragmatic to invest that much in something that’s going to be on my feet. But then the one thing everyone knows about Vegas is that it is NOT a city that values pragmatism.  

He then went on to tell me that my hotel suite will be available for me all day on Sunday. I won’t have to check out until I’m ready for the limo to take me back to the airport. He’s also sending me a list of spa services.  I’m supposed to tell him which ones I want and then he’ll set it up for me so that Sunday can be a “spa day.”

It’s a little overwhelming but then again, how could I not be excited about this trip?!  And then there’s the guy himself who, as I said, I find very appealing.  My cynicism is still there. I visualize it as being like a lamp post in the middle of a hurricane. I’m clutching to that cynicism with both arms in order to keep my feet on the ground but it’s impossible not to be at least somewhat moved by the force of the wind that is trying to sweep me off my feet.  

I don’t know what the future holds but what I do know is that dating has become a lot more fun.

Kyra Davis

Bestselling Author of:

The Sophie Katz Mystery Series
and
So Much For My Happy Ending
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