Date Five: The Gambler

Lots of interesting people move to Vegas thinking they are going to make millions gambling.  Sadly, it doesn't work that way and such is the case with date number five.  

The gambler was a retired police officer from New York City.  We had good chemistry via the web and chatting.  He was my age, for a change, but he liked older women and I wasn't old enough for him. We met online New Year's Eve.  Both of us were alone for the big night and surfing the Internet. We met for lunch a few days later.  We got along really well and made plans for a second date.

It became our routine to chat every morning when I got into work at my shop.  One morning, a few days before our next date, he wasn't there as was the norm.  He wasn't there the next day either.  Or the next.  No email, phone call ...nothing.  My spider senses tell me he's met someone and hasn't got the courage to tell me. 

I send an email..."hey..it's fine if you've met someone.  have a nice life." He answers back.  Sure enough.  He met an older woman the day after our first date and they had wild sex in a cabana at the Red Rock Casino swimming pool on their first date!  And after a few days, he was already moving in with her.

Talk about a gambler....