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You could make this shit up, if there weren't any witnesses.

 I am a huge fan of Julia Roberts and Richard Gere in, " Pretty Woman."In fact, it's up there with, "Dirty Dancing," in my top ten. I'm sure any girl who has seen either, has had their own little Swayze or Gere fantasy, and has dreamdt of playing the leading role along side those hotties. Can't even deny it. However, I never in a million years imagined actually looking the possibility in the face. Then...one night at the Hardrock...

It was late, and I had just arrived at my destination. As I came upon my friend at the Black Widow slot machine, I noticed a gentlemen sitting next to her and appeared to be quite attractive. In fact, he had the appearance of one of those steamy doctors in daytime soap operas, only he was decked out in an expensive golf shirt and slacks. His hair was similar to Keith Urban's, and he appeared to be in good physical shape, topped off with a pearly white smile. When I approached my friend and announced my presence, she jumped up and said she needed to hit the ladies room and asked that I sit with her machine. She claimed it was paying out and did not want to miss out on a potential jackpot. 

In her absence, McSteamy Soapstar, introduced himself as, "Brooks", and explained that he was in town from OKC on business. I shook his hand and told him my name, and told him he was in luck because I had some apparent magnet force that made everyone who sat next to me lucky, it just didn't work on myself. He hit the bet button, and to both of our dismay he won $300. I just looked over and said, "See, told ya." He smiled real big and said, "let's make a deal." My curiousity got the best of me and I asked him what he meant. He then preceeded to say, "I'll cash this ticket out, for $365.00 and give you the whole thing. However, you have to come up to my room with me. How does that sound?" Although I was in complete shock I responded with, "That sir, sounds like illegal prostitution. That could get us both put in jail." He lifted an eyebrow and said, Ök, tell ya what. We go to the room first, then I give you the ticket when we're done. "What about that?" Once again, I told him it still sounded like prostitution. Yet, he was unphased and followed me around for about an hour...trying to convince me, but also asking me about my ex-husbands and marriage. Finally, I sent him on his way after letting him know if he was going to convince a lady to come back to his room with him, he might stray away from conversations that remind her of how much she hates men. Good day, sir. I said, Good day!

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