After checking in, I make my way to the elevator and hit the up button. As I wait, I pull my phone out and pull my favorite photos to make a dating profile on every single app under the sun. Posting serval photos of me in sundresses, bikinis, and a few casual pics of me with my floofy cat.

I add a very short and sweet bio. “Hey all! Just arrived to my hotel room on the Las Vegas Strip. This was a trip that fiancé and I were to take together, but he had to go off and cheat on me. Good thing I had paid for everything so I got to tell him to eat rocks and go on the trip alone! Four years down the drain, but I’m ready to make up for lost time. Whoever you are and whatever you want, you’re more than welcome to stop by. Paris hotel: 18204. The door will be unlocked and I’ll be there for a week. Give me a heads up you’re stopping by though!”

The elevator dings and I head up to the 18th floor. A massive suite with a king bed and gigantic tub that sits in the center of the room greets me. Having just gotten off a plane, I’m not entirely dressed too sexy. Mom shorts and a low cut white T-shirt was all I could give the world at the moment. I hope I have a chance to shower and doll myself up before someone arrives. My suitcase sits near the door. I was too excited to check the entire suite out to roll it over and unpack.

The whole left wall of the suite is floor to ceiling windows overlooking the strip. It’s while I’m admiring the sight and wondering if anyone can see me up here that my phone buzzes with the first DM I’m going to get on this trip. I eagerly unlock my phone and swipe on the notification to read your message….