The disappointment of dating in Las Vegas was enough to make me consider leaving. Then I had an epiphany. Because there are no nice guys, they really should not be allowed to play a factor in my happiness and life decisions, including where I reside. After removing men from the equation of deciding whether to remain in Vegas or move to a new town with greater dating potential, the answer became crystal clear. I love this glittering, neon city. Why should I exit simply because the dating scene within it sucks?
I’ve decided to stay in Las Vegas.
I may be be single, but don’t consider me readily available. I’m dating Las Vegas. And while I can’t guarantee that I shall remain faithful to our relationship forever, I can proclaim that I’m not leaving it for another town anytime soon.
The Universe is magic. The moment I began my search for a new home, things started to change. I’m back to freelancing and writing about Las Vegas. Men that I had written off, forgotten, and gotten over returned to my life despite my lack of interest in them. Surprisingly, I found myself welcoming their reappearance. Maybe I just wasn’t ready for their presence the first time around, but I’ve grown. I’ve changed. My skin has thickened and my heart has learned to allow my logical brain to make all the decisions.
The real voyage of discovery consists, not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. –Marcel Proust
I have new eyes, a new perspective. Most of all, I have a new attitude. I don’t need a thoughtful dating scene to be happy. Hell, I don’t even want to be in a relationship ever again, so why did I care about dating to begin with? I’m happily single, save for my satisfying relationship with Sin City.
I’ve informed my family of my decision, and while they are reasonably disappointed, especially since moving back to Texas near them was being considered, they are supportive. It occurred to me the other day that I am living the exact life I wanted to live when I was 19, before I fell in love, got married, lost myself and my dreams.
I always wanted to be a working writer in a glamorous city with a slew of handsome men rotating in and out of my life, a vision that I concocted before Carrie Bradshaw had been invented by the talented Candace Bushnell. I had always thought that my chosen city would be New York or Los Angeles. I would have never predicted Las Vegas, but I am sure glad it turned out that way.
I imagine at some point that I will want to slow down my life and move to a place where the pace isn’t 24 hours around the clock, as it is in Vegas. That may be San Marcos, Texas, Santa Fe, New Mexico, or Nashville, Tennessee. Who knows? But for now, Vegas is home, and I am content. I’m dating Las Vegas and looking at it and my life with new eyes.