No Game at the Big Game

Super Bowl weekend in Las Vegas... there cannot be a better place to meet men, right?! I walked in to the most amazing Super Bowl party I had ever been to with my hopes high. It was unbelievable. TV screens covered every square inch of the enormous ballroom so that it was impossible to be anywhere in the room without seeing the game, pool tables, foosball tables, open bar, any kind of food you could imagine, massage chairs and men... lots and lots of men.

Here is the problem... I arrived to the party with married couples. Married girlfriends can be great "wing-women" but not when their husbands are around. And it doesn't matter how confident you are, you can't work a room solo when you're in Vegas because you can easily be mistaken for a hooker. I was able to engage a couple guys in conversation at the food stations. I was successful in learning how to make the perfect meatball sandwich and discovering the most amazing shot glass sized vanilla shakes, but not in finding a date.

I had a great weekend... I love my friends and their husbands... but I left Vegas with the realization that I need a new wingman not a chicken wing, no matter how tasty it is.