Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Let's Get Married!

Back to the drawing board! House hunting!

I saw a small studio like situation just off The Strip. It was a house with a room with it's own outside entrance, furnished, a kitchenette, bathroom and a tv. I was like, let's check this space out. I feel like I may have seen it while I was still in LA, before even moving to Vegas. I called the lady, and went through to Voicemail, she seemed nice. She ended her voicemail with, 'have a nice day!'

I left her a message and subsequently called her back. She picked up! She was home, so she invited me to go over and check the place out. It was about 15 mins walk from the hostel but because I don't walk, I took the bus there. Plus, it was too hot, don't judge me! I got off along The Strip and walked to the house. It's that close from The Strip, which worked perfectly for me! That's exactly what I was looking for! The space was much smaller than I'd expected. Aren't they all? It was furnished, which was a big plus but so were most places  I saw on Craig's list while I was still in LA. I needed a bigger bed just so I can stretch out for a change. Theirs was like a 3/4 size bed. It was a good deal though and I didn't feel like looking any more. I wanted to stay at the hostel for a week, that was my plan and I found that place my last day at the hostel. I spent one more night at the hostel and moved in the following day. I took the bus with half my luggage. The lady was nice enough to give me a ride to fetch the rest of my stuff at the hostel. It all worked out. The Air Conditioner was on, so was the ceiling fan. I wanted to get some stuff from the 99 cents store, you know, I had already found one close to my place! Luckily, the lady was going there as well, she gave me a ride, I bought groceries for the week. He saw places in my cart, told me to leave them, he was going to give me dishes, he also gave me a pretty umbrella and a broom. That was really nice of him. My place was more like a hotel; she took care of everything. Sweet lady, with an interesting past. She is a musician, she used to own her own restaurant, where she cooked herself; owned a salon where she did hair herself and then was a full time singer, she arranged her own gigs, from location, to everything, she is the sht!

She has pictures of her younger self all over the house, on stage etc. She was beautiful, still is.
I spent the rest of the day in bed, just hiding from the desert heat.

I told Tortoise that I found a place of my own. He told me he was going to come check it out. He was my first guest at my new place.

He arrived in his 6 pocket shorts and hat as usual! He told me the place was ugly and small, 'we have to find you a better place', he said. I was like, thanks for being an asshole. Don't come to my place that I found myself and am paying for and tell me crap like that! Rude! Soon after that, he told me the place was cosy, it was growing on him. I told him to drop it. It didn't have to grow or anything on him. It was my place, that's not why he was there, to have my place grow on him! I wasn't trying to impress him, I was just showing him my place, that's all. I mean, he showed me his house, I didn't diss it! There's a lot I could've said about that house, but I held back!

We hung around, just talking with Tort. Suddenly! I had this brilliant idea! OMG! I said. He was like, 'what?' I told him, we have a car! 'WE do?' Yeah, let's go somewhere! He asked where I wanted to go. I told him, I didn't care. Anywhere! Let's go to Kohl's. He was hesitant to take me there, I think he thought I was trying to make him buy me clothes. I feel sorry for people who jump to conclusions. What a way to live! He took me to this place he performs on Tuesdays where he wants me to be his backup singer. It was closed. It was written outside in big, bold letters, OPEN 24 HOURS. Clearly, it wasn't! From there, he drover around and drove around, before I knew it, we were at his house.

He showed me the T-shirts that he wants me to sell for him. He has lots of them in a number of suitcases in the garage. The garage is packed. It's also the neatest part of the house. We went in the house, he played some blues on the guitar. I asked him to play me a song. He did that thing that he does, If I ask him to play me a song by, Elvis Presley, he's going to play me a song by someone who sounds like Elvis. You can't tell me he doesn't know one song by Elvis. I asked to use his laptop and found a foot massager just in front of the computer, so I took off my shoes and dug in. I had socks on, so we were safe. I wouldn't wanna give him what I have, right? I don't have anything to give. FYI. I checked my emails and saw that someone replied to one of my applications. It was Miss Plus Size USA. Dream big of GTFOH, right? They sent me an application form, I completed it while there. He couldn't believe I was applying for that. Clearly, he doesn't know me.

He kept selling the t-shirt business idea and told me that I could make lots of money just doing that, then I wouldn't have to worry about looking for a regular job. Who said anything about a regular job? ;) He told me that I could sit with the T-shirts while we are at the place where he gigs, people would buy from me because I am a beautiful lady, nobody wants to buy a T-Shirt from him! LOL. I agreed. To the selling idea not to the fact that nobody wants to buy t-shirts from me. What do I know? I'm just a girl from Africa?

Later on, Tortoise took me to the mall, there was a 99 cents store there, so that's the first place I went to because I was hungry, I bought a snack and then met up with him at Ross Dress For Less. He came to me and told me to pick something I like, he was going to pay. That was very nice of him. I didn't really want anything. I just wanted to get out of the house and see Vegas. I did find a cute, glittery, silver pair of Guess heels for fifty cents though. You read right, 50 cents. Unprecedented! I grabbed them! They're a size too small but who cares? He saw shoes he liked for me and suggested I get myself a pair. I really didn't like them and fortunately they didn't quite fit, so we didn't get those. I told him I had 50 cents, I paid for my cheap shoes haha.

We went to some New York Pizza place where we had dinner. He ordered pizza, I ordered a soup;  sea food soup. My, oh my! That thing was to die for! His soup was gigantic, I had never seen such a huge pizza in my life, he offered me some. I had a slice, it was ok but I am not a big pineapple fan, so I stuck to my soup. He, of course, didn't finish his pizza. They boxed it up for him. He told me he wouldn't eat it again, he told me to take it home. So I did. I didn't have a stove at my new place. Just a microwave, which is what I mainly use to cook anyways. It's always nice to have options though.

After spending the entire day together, Tort took me home. It was a nice ride back, he lives a different side from Hunter or myself, so whenever I went to his house, I got to see a different side of Vegas. He dropped me off late, I watched some telly and went to bed. It was nice to have a tv for a change. I didn't have it at my place in Hollywood. I watched everything on TV. The Super guy I lived with and Speedy had one but no cable, just a couple of channels, that's it. They had their favorite shows they enjoyed, so I just used my laptop even then. This time I had cable,baby, whoo hooo, BravoTV all day, everyday.

I was still looking for a job, still trying to get settled though. In the midst of all that, I got an email from a guy online. We got to talking. We emailed back and forth for days. No meeting. He lived in Vegas, I lived in Vegas, why are we not meeting up? I don't know! He was younger, for a great change. He was in his mid 20's. He's looking for his wife. I can be a wife, right? Why not? I wanna be a wife. I deserve to be a wife goddamit!

Every now and then, I would take my umbrella, get on the bus and go to The Strip. Take pictures and live that touristy life. Why not? I would also fill out applications at the businesses on The Strip. I sent the younger guy some of my Strip pictures. He was like, mhhhh nice legs, then he sent me a dick pic in return. I was like WTF. I asked if that's what he does to all the girls he talks to, send them a dick pic? He told me yeah, but he hasn't been talking to  a lot of women. He wants me to see what he's working with so I can decide if I want to decide if I want 'it' or not, so to speak. That's not how he put it, but that's what he meant. I didn't know what to do with that piece of information, i.e. the pic. I deleted it, of course. He seemed like he thought it was normal to send that to women. He meant no harm. That was the sad part.

Unfortunately, I kept chatting with him. Not because he had a cute on or anything like that. Every now and then, we'd stop chatting, I guess we were both chatting to other people as well. One day, I sent him an email and said, 'Hey, let's get married!' He replied, "sure, when?" I told him that that morning at a chapel on the strip. There are plenty of wedding chapels on The Strip. It is Las Vegas, after all. He is looking for a wife, I want to get married, why not? That's reason enough to get married! He asked me what I wanted him to work. He works as security at one of the casinos. I told him to wear his uniform. He had just got off work. I was dying my hair as we were exchanging emails, making wedding plans, haha. I gave him an address down the street and told him to meet me there. He needed somewhere safe to park his motorcycle. I wasn't ready when he arrived. I still had to wash the hair dye off. I wasn't gonna get married looking like that! I hadn't even picked an outfit yet, haha. If this sounds crazy, try living it and being the one who's actually planning a wedding with someone you never met!

He sent an email, Hey, I'm here! I couldn't believe it! Sh*t, this kid was serious!


Unknown said...

Hahahahahaha! He probably thought he was a lucky man. Obviously his naivety overruled his logic. I suppose that's what happens in Vegas. People marrying strangers. Anyway yesterday I met a guy who told me he lives in a room in Linbro Park and would like to be my boyfriend. I told him I was married. Do you think that deterred him? No! He told me we would do it on the sly. Like seriously??? So I am not surprised that this took you seriously. Lol

Brook said...

I actually thought I was a lucky woman too. I was serious, Tembz!
I'm down for an adventure like that!
Even if he didn't live in a room in Linbro park, why does he think you're trying to stray on your husband? That's so rude and disrespectful, bye boo, bye!
He needs to get his sht together, including that room situation.