The Unicorn

It's an old fable, the clover-hooved white horse with one spiraled horn is spotted in the forest. It's beautiful, a magestic being that represents magic, love, purity, and grace. For only a second you see it - you connect with it - it's right there in front of you. You want to touch it, but its beauty is almost too extreme, but you want to make sure its real. You reach out, hoping it will not run but as you step closer it flees.

A Unicorn is a mythical creature that is often re-named "The Unattainable Unicorn," because if its desireabilty, yet no one has ever grabbed one of their own. They often have spiritual representation, or that of purity, in that unicorns are only attracted to virgin women. Unicorns are mythical, but it relates to all of us in a way, for we all have a unicorn we've been trying to get.

The Unicorn could be a person, which it is for me, someone that I can see and believe that is there... but yet so far away that I'll never be able to have it. You search every day in the back of your mind for the Unicorn, hoping that each day you may catch a glimpse of the creature once again. Then only in an instant, it is there, your heart jumps - maybe this time? No... it's gone without a trace, fading away once again through the trees.

Why is it that we always want what we can't have? Like the Unicorn, we challenge ourselves each day to finally obtain what we were told we cannot have: Like the mythical big fish, or the riches of 1000 men, or maybe as simple as the girl of your dreams. We can't appreciate the Unicorns beauty and the moment you're blessed with its presence, but yet we are greedy and we want it all to ourselves to enjoy every day. Would we take advantage of it? What if we could just... have it... would we appreciated it at all then? Maybe if we worked really hard for it and so the reward is what you wanted, but then is it worth it?

Questions like this race through my mind all the time, wondering if I'll ever have my Unicorn... I know that if I one day finally caught my Unicorn then I would cherish it forever, knowing how much work I put in, and knowing that it could leave at any time. I wouldn't take it for granted, but yet I would appreciate every new day I got to spend with it. My Unicorn is special to me, but we all have our own Unicorn...

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We were up all night, walking the strip, talking, hugging, laughing, taking pitcures. Like three peas in a pod we meshed together so well - I even got along great with Megan who I have never met before.

Which got me thinking. When I lived on the East Coast, things were different for me. I felt loved. I felt as if I could make friends and be personable, and be myself - no one cared about my image or my looks or how much was in my wallet. That stuff is important to me, but never anyone else towards me. I moved here and it was like I have to prove myself to everyone else. Like I have to show everyone that I'm Mr. Justin The Great just for them to talk to me. It's "what do you drive?" and "Where do you live?" and "What do you do?" that I hear all the time. I drive a civic, I live in the ghetto, and I do paperwork all day. Now go away.

But that's the problem. It's gotten to me. The people here, they have turned me into a monster that constantly wants to impress others, that worries about looks and money. It's not cool to me. I never used to care about all that at all - I mean I cared for my sake, but never for the sake of others. I loved these two girls because they didn't care about all that, they liked me because I'm me. I made them smile, I made them feel special - that made me happy. Shit I even let them go off with some random dudes and I went home early - just because I wanted them to have a good time.

Granted, I hated letting them go cause I then had to go home alone.. but I was still happy that they were happy.

The morning came Thursday, the sun peeking through the windows at denny's and the three of us were in the booth, falling asleep in our eggs and pancakes. I had to have some coffee, I was not built to be up for this long. After I think three cups I think I conjured up enough energy to get going, time to head to the Saraha.

We were staying there Thursday and Friday night, thinking we'd be able to be up all night - yeah right. By the time the morning came, Egle and I were about to strangle eachother.

We weren't really mad at eachother, just cranky - and Megan was caught in the middle of it. I was short with her, having to walk another step further was gonna kill me.

"When you wake up you better be in a better mood." She said.
"You too!!" I snapped back.

We didn't get our hotel room until 12:30 pm. We had to nap in the car. We slept the rest of the day, I woke up at 6.

I woke up first, so I hopped in the shower and cleaned myself up, shaved, ironed, and got dressed. The girls were still asleep.
"Next!" I said, hoping they heard me and it triggered a response. I'm guessing it didn't because as I left the room they were still out cold.

I went downstairs to check out the tables at Sahara. I heard that they were good because they were only three dollar tables, great for someone who just wants to do some casual gameplay. I send Egle a text letting her know where I was, then it was off to table one.

It wasn't a good start, cashing in $40 I lost a good 10 or so pretty quick, I was down to the "reserve pile" when I decided to leave the table. I thought that maybe I should call Egle to see their status... poor girls - they were still asleep. So I finally woke their asses up and told them to get ready. I'm lovin the fact that both of them were downstairs by my side in less than an hour, that rocks in girl time.

And wouldn't you know it, Egle finds me and within minutes my luck changes, and I start making money. I walked away from the tables with $80 dollars in my hand.

"Egle as long as I am at a table, don't ever leave my side." I said to her, she agreed. She could tell she had a positive effect and, she also knew that when I win... I buy, so she had no problem being my good luck charm.

We left the tables, it was time to eat. This reminds me, twice now I've been to Vegas and I have yet to eat at any of those cheap steak/lobster places. I have to make a point to check those out soon.

I had the plan tonight to head to the Palms to check out a club I have yet to go to. Rain Las Vegas has gotten some good remarks, so I thought I would give it a look. The girls were dressed to the max and looking hot, so it was time to put on the dancing shoes.

The line at Rain was as expected, about a half hour, for a Thursday night that didn't seem all too bad. The cover was also a nice change of pace, $10 for everyone. I like when girls are free, because that means more girls will be inside - was a little nervous when I didn't see that many while waiting in line. The club is great, however - huge, wide open which makes it versitile for many different occations. I saw the sign out front that Train was there earlier in the day, by the time we got there the stage was still set up, the DJ booth set on the stage.

The club is not very visually attractive, basic walls and lights, but the dancefloor and light show were quite impressive. The two independant truses moved up and down, as well as 4 swinging trusses from the outer ring. After watching a while, I noticed the swinging trusses lock in place, and the whole outer ring moved skyward, as the center, smaller truss moved down close to the floor. Then a special treat, blasts of fire spewed from the center truss, heating up the room, and adding quite an exciting touch. That got a little old though after the 10th time that happened...

So did the fact that there were NO WOMEN in this club. There was my girls, and about 50 or 60 other women that were either taken, or ugly, or slutty and I just didn't have the game to go working those angles. Plus, I didn't have a wingman, it's hard to go as a loner in the Vegas clubs.

Especially because I knew the girls weren't much of wingmen.. they set off on their own adventures and told me to step back from being "Mr. Over-protective" Sure girls, I'll just go away and how about you let me know when I'm allowed to be around...

Ok, so I was a little over-protective, but again, I did kinda pay for their drinks, and show them around and stuff, not to mention how I considered them my responsibility... so I was a tad miffed at that one. But, it's not like I didn't see them again. Within seconds of me stepping away I saw some of the collection of 700 dudes swoop to their side. "Good luck, girls" I said.

I left the dancefloor. I went to go get a drink and relax a little, I stood by the bar and listened to the music. After a little while, I see the girls wonder back to me. This repeated several times during the night. All during the night, I was buying them shots, rounds, I was spending money on girls who were looking for other dudes.

That's exactly what they found, too. By the end of the night they had both disappeared, and I was left alone. I had caught them on the way out, 3:30 when the club closed, they were invited to a new spot. They invited me, so I said "sure."

I didn't want to go. I didn't want to go for a thousand reasons, I didn't want to step on anyone's game, didn't want to be over protective, didn't want to get in the way. But the main reason I didn't want to go, was jealousy. Like my Unicorn, so close but just unattainable. I went home alone, the taxi ride was long and lonely.

I didn't want them to feel bad for me, I wanted them to have a good time. That's what I always wanted. The money I spent, the places I took them and showed them, it was all because I wanted them to remember this trip and not help but break a smile. I wanted them to like me and remember me again, I wanted to feel loved again. I knew they appreciated me stepping aside, which is why I did it. Deep down inside though, I wanted them to just say forget it and leave with me.

More specifically, I wanted Egle to say that.

But they were gone, off with their Vegas no-names, out to enjoy themselves and I went home - still moderately content that I was a part of their happiness.

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6:00 am the door flies open. "Justiiiiiinnn!!" I hear from a stereo of two women at the bed. I had fallen asleep in my clothes. I felt them plop on both sides of me and hug me... my girls were back, alive, and happy. I wanted to play off like I was not loving the fact that I had two girls now cuddled up to me, both kissing me on the cheeks, but I couldn't help but smile... my girls were back and alive, and I was happy. They told me about where they went, yada yada yada, they went to Dreis which is an after hours spot in the Barbary Coast. I've heard some mixed feelings about it, but my feelings were that I didn't want to spend another $20 to get into another club to hear the same crap I just heard at the last club and still not pick up on any girls. So I was glad that I didn't go. The girls got ready for bed, another day of Vegas had come to a close.