Glamour is that magnetic blend of charm, allure, and mystique that makes something, or someone, irresistibly captivating.

Glamour is about transforming the ordinary into something extraordinary through fashion, charisma, or pure presence.

Glamorous people are all around me. They literally fly around over my head while I jump around on the dance floor. I doubt they are ordinary.

If you order that fifteen thousand dollar bottle of bubbly they bring it down from the sky.

“Sucker.”

This happens several times a night. In one place time a popular DJ was geting several hundred thousand dollars for a couple hours standing there pressing play and putting his hands up. On New Year’s Eve some would fly in their own planes from one city to the next, crossing time zones, to be there for the big moment.

“So much money!”

Sometimes it gets pretty wild on the dance floor. It kinda feels like the glamorous people are egging us on. Party on! It seems that way. I wonder who is this person all glammed up. What was your thing, how did you find your way to this place time? School theater? Pep club? Were you a cheerleader? Those costumes are super cool.

“They’re working. That’s their job.”

Ya but it feels like they are part of the party. Aren’t they here for me?

“Literally.”

I wanna meet them.

“Did you know the white rabbit Alice follows down the rabbit hole represents time, anxiety, and the pressure of adulthood?”

I know Alice is spontaneous and has youthful curiosity. That’s why she went down the rabbit hole. It was curiosity. I’m curious about them.

“I’m Alice, she’s the white rabbit.”

‘I’m late, I’m late. I have to go to work.’

Sometimes there are events where the girls come out to play with us. It’s usually a dress-up costume event. You can try to chat with them while the music plays. It isn’t a good way to meet someone. And they are at work so you don’t know if you are talking to the real person or the one in the costume that’s getting paid to bring you in and keep you there, to spend money of course.

“Could it be both?”

“I’m confused doc, I know she was just playing her part, but it felt like she was chasing me. Maybe I was chasing her. I don’t know what is real anymore.”

If you can’t tell, does it matter?

We know a white rabbit. We know who’s in there anyway. Are they chasing the clock? How much time do they have?

White bunnies all over the place. This one is for us.

“Down the rabbit hole we go.”

Wrong hole! That is what she said.

“I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque!”

“I don’t know what’s down that rabbit hole, but judging by the view, I’m fairly certain it’s not tea and crumpets.”

Thirst trap jokes from the Ai

She looks the same. Fantastic. No need for makeup unless it’s showtime.

The first thing to do is discover them. You have to know they exist. It’s a lot easier to find them when they post online with their showgirl credentials.

In a way these are like resumes. I can tell a lot just by what you choose to put out there. You are a nice person. You love animals. You look at the world around you, it’s not all selfies. Just knowing data about data is something. We call it meta data. It’s very useful.

“Perfect spelling, proper punctuation and capitalization. Cute emojis mixed into a playful description of who she is and what she likes. Those pictures! C’mon, is this real?”

I believe a Las Vegas Showgirl can be all these things. I think I’m looking at one. I believe this is real. She is real.

It doesn’t mean this resume is for me. She never responds to me. There could be many reasons but they really don’t matter. I can find her at work but why should I? She can see my posts and read my messages so she’s not interested to know me. I’m nobody in her world.

“That’s what you think.”

See what I mean when I say they are like resumes. I don’t even need to look. We have no friends in common and I would doubt much besides breathing air.

“Which one is she anyway? They should draw an arrow or something if they can’t manage a selfie.”

Already she’s judgemental. She doesn’t want to see any guys named Richard. And that corporate job… ughhh. Just put Barista, no men care about your job.

“Says Michelle but sounds like Karen. Global isn’t a title, its marketing baloney.”

Ok, that Tinder thing is looking like a wasteland of normies. They haven’t got a chance. I think everybody is getting the idea these dating apps are just like throwing darts. Now there are more specific sites. Maybe there’s some niche where you can find your dream.

That’s pretty specific, yet not specifying anything that matters. Why do they show a happy couple if it is older men dating younger women but if it is older woman looking to date younger men she’s alone?

“So many cougars in Los Angeles!”

As Seen on CBS NEWS

“Oh, then it is a total lie. You can’t trust the legacy media at all.”

This looks strange.  It sounds strange. What the hell is this. Normally I won’t think twice about this normie but we have a friend in common. Does that mean they have external validation?

That friend is one of my first staffers. It’s Andrea. I call her Andymelcas ’cause I got a pet name for everyone. She’s gonna give me the 411 on Erika. What exactly am I looking at?

I’ll never know. Andy isn’t gonna vouch for any of her friends. Keep away, that’s all I get.

“Is she protecting you?”

I think so. Maybe. We are good friends. I think we are. I hired her and we spent many thousands of hours together. She had a nickname for me too; Sarcasmo. I remember seeing her sister one day at the office. Her older sister is so much hotter than Andy, it’s not fair, being from the same parents and all. Andy says she has herpes. That is what she said to me. I believed her but now that I think about it she didn’t like her sister much. I can imagine she didn’t want me to like her either.

“Maybe no other women. So many relationships. Weren’t you married when you chose them and spent so much time with them?”

Maybe a little bit.

Turns out none of my girl friends are vouching for each other. Martha’s club is the closest thing. Not one girlfriend of mine is recommending any of their friends. In fact, it is the opposite, stay away.

Martha’s marry me club pressure must be immense…

“Stay away. Yes, that does sound like they are protecting you Sarcasmo. Those girls are bad. Go find someone else.”

Where is the Chic-Fil-A Jesus girl now?

No braces on the teeth anymore, she grew a pair,  turned 18 and moved off the farm to the city. She still has that same energy but now its coming right for you! Perfect teeth are a gift from god.

“Or your dentist.”

I guess.

“Where’s your Jesus now?”

That external validation will make you forgot about your imaginary friends real quick.

“She’ll be back someday, you’ll see.”

External validation is a drug.

It looks like if your goal is to be an exotic dancer and you are then you are hitting on all cylinders.

“For sure. XOXOXO”

Come find me! Do you see it now? I love your dress. Now come home with me.

“I’ll wash that dress for you. Would you like a sandwich? I’ll make one for you. I will.”

I’m pretty good at the find me game. As long as you want to be found, I’ll be there. If you don’t want to be found then I really have no interest in you. You gotta do something to show you want to play.

“You’re just wasting time now. You can’t just pick anybody. No more fishing. Back to to work!”

But I want to play now.

‘Do you want to play with me Wesley?’

You’re not real.

Did Jerry send you?

“That son of a bitch, he’s still jealous.”

I don’t want any deals. Go away.

There are all kinds of girls working in all kinds of places. These work at a restaraunt in a casino but you can catch them at the pool. I guess this is advertising. They are at work. They are flirting with us, but is it real? It’s definitely happening but is that the job? Or are they enjoying the job with you. Does it matter?

“Did you get a phone number?”

In this place time we don’t use phones that way. We have multiple social media accounts with messaging. We connect with people through direct messages. We slide into their dms; Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, SnapChat, and games. Whatever gets their attention online then irl.

“Yes, but did you get a phone number?”

Yes. It’s a local number.

“You found a prostitute. You know they have day jobs. Keep looking.”

Marquee nightclub is my favorite. They have a pool too and you can go in and out from the nightclub to the pool which has seating and a bar.

“And the girlz. I love them. They are on the stage and catwalk above us just behind the DJ.”

They have so many costumes. I couldn’t even count them. There must be a wardrobe department here. I don’t know how all this works even though I’ve been in advertising related work for fifteen years.

I’ve visited an old Vegas establishment that sews ‘entertainer’ outfits of all kinds. I feel like I get a taste of old Vegas whenever I find myself in a place meant for showpeople. I don’t even know the right words for each type of job description. Somebody somewhere has a job name to go along with a paycheck. Not all are independent contractors. There are some big shows all over and lots of places like this employ them.

“I wonder how many there are.”

I can see them in almost every costume. I recognize them. They are right in front of me on the platform. I recognize your nose and the shape of your body. Sometimes how you move is recognizable even if that move is done by all. Week after week I see you. You even smile and wave at me. You recognize me. It happens a lot. Do they know me? How?

This one. I recognized her and found her in other places. She’s a model so that makes it easy. Most have some portfolio or social media presence. From there you can ask for personal information like Facebook. That was the big one at that time. The big 3 were Instagram, Facebook, and Snapchat. Twitter wasn’t quite for this.

Another Asian! What a surprise. There are so many Asians. Billions. I learned she has a family and where she’s from and quite a lot of things friends share with each other. I don’t think we will be friends though, we don’t have anything in common besides being in the same place time. I do appreciate that. I have a few kind words and I’ll be a ghost.

I do enjoy this. I have no complaint of any of it. It does take time so I see there is some limit to how many people I can meet this way. Some of the 1,000 fall away. I don’t know how it could have been any other way.

“There is no groundhog day. What would you have imagined to happen? You got what you wanted, you found out who that is and how she got here.”

‘Hey you two. Come here. I have something for you.’

What, me? I don’t see anybody but me. You are talking to me?

‘Yes Wesley. You too Bri.’

“She can’t see me. Act like you don’t know what she’s talking about.”

‘I see you Bri. I know all about you. I know everything. I know what you have been doing. I can help.’

“I don’t need you. What can you do that I can’t?”

Don’t Bri. Don’t talk to her.

“She can’t get me. What’s up gorgeous. You wanna play with me? What do you have in mind?”

‘I know you two. I know everything. I know what you did in Kevin’s basement. I know about his mom. I know about the parties, the girls, everything. I know the girls too. Just like I know you two. I see you keep trying to get with the wrong girls. I know the ones you want. I can introduce you.’

“How do you know that? How do you know which girls are right for me? Prove it.”

Don’t Bri. It’s a trap.

‘It isn’t a trap. It’s a challenge. I know you like challenges. This is for real. I know plenty of girls and I know which ones want to play with you.’

“Oh yea? You are challenging me? I never lose. What is the challenge?”

No Bri. Don’t.

‘First I’m going to show you what your aren’t getting from the girls you’ve been chasing. Look at your phone Wesley.’

Another friend request. I don’t get many. This is from you? What’s special about her?

Another one of these. She probably wants money. She’s not special.

“Yeah, I’m not impressed. So what?”

‘Why don’t you spend the weekend with her and some other friends I picked for you two. We can talk again after.’

“Sure. We’ll take a look.”

Ok, but I’m not changing my mind. No deals.

‘Why don’t you two head over the the Hard Rock pool. I think you will have fun. Talk later XOXOXO’

I only want the real.

‘These are all authentic experiences. I promise.’