“What? Are you out of your mind???”
“And you allowed him to go there? By himself???”
“Are you serious???”
“You don’t love him enough.”
Those were some of the responses I get whenever someone asks me how’s the boyfriend and I reply back with: “He’s fine, he’s on vacation right now in Vegas with his brother.” Well, what can I say? I have overly dramatic friends. It’s just Vegas, otherwise known as the Sin City. Hello??? :p To tell you all the truth though, it never crossed my mind that the boyfriend might get himself one of the strip dancers in Vegas and get married to her with Elvis Presley presiding it. I don’t really know why. Maybe I just trust him that much or maybe because I just really want him to have a good time while he’s on vacation (he deserves it). Frankly, I was more worried for him to spend all his money in the casino than him chasing women.
We were talking on the phone before he took the flight to Vegas and I told him to have fun, his reply was: YOU ARE THE BEST GIRLFRIEND IN THE WORLD. Or maybe the dumbest. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m just confident enough to not be paranoid that he will never ever find someone as great as I am and it will be the biggest lost for him if he loses me.
[insert Cruella Deville's laughter here]
Anyhoots, we’ll see when he comes back tonight. Hopefully, I won’t be as surprised/startled/horrified as the woman below: