What happens in Vegas…

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What happens in Vegas…
By Grant Baciocco

The following story may contain topics that might not be suitable for everyone. It’s completely work safe.  The name in this story has been changed.

At the end of my junior year of college, I decided to apply for job as a resident assistant for the dorms for my senior year. I went through the the application process and was accepted.
During the summer before I was going to start, I got a handwritten letter from a girl named Karen. Karen wrote that she was a current RA and that the overall housing coordinator had asked current RAs to write to new RAs just so the newbies would know someone when they came down for orientation. Karen then went on telling me a bit about herself.  Sort of a ‘get to know you’ type letter.
I replied with a letter of my own and, weirdly, we really hit it off. We continued for the rest of the summer writing letters back and forth. Her first letter arrived in late June and we had to report to school in mid August. In those few weeks, we probably wrote each other about ten letters or so.
On the first day of orientation for the RAs, I remember looking around the group of about 40 other RAs wondering which one was Karen. I saw this really cute girl sitting across the room and I instantly thought to myself, “If that’s Karen, I’m going to be in Trouble, because I’ll be smitten immediately.” Turns out, it was her.
I went over and introduced myself and was greeted with a huge hug.  Karen and I picked up right where the letters left off and, over the next few weeks, became closer and it wasn’t long before we were a couple.
As an RA, you had to be on call one weekend and have the next weekend off. Karen and I were on opposite schedules so when I had to work, she was off and vice versa. This wasn’t too big of an issue because we would just go hang out with each other when one of us was on duty. It did make it difficult to go anywhere else but the dorms though, and our dorm buildings were not in the same location.
We made up our mind that we wanted to take a road trip together and it was decided that we’d go to Las Vegas. I made all the arrangements, hotel, travel, etc and she worked to switch a weekend so that we could have a weekend off together. It worked out and one Friday evening, after she got off duty, we were on our way.
We didn’t make it all the way to Vegas that night, we got a room in Baker and then continued the rest of the way to Vegas on Saturday. Now, I’m not going to go into any details other than to say we were two college kids in Las Vegas on our own with our own hotel room. It was a very fun trip.
On Sunday night, we drove back home and I was absolutely ecstatic about the whole deal. About Karen, how well we got along, how great our relationship was, how great the trip had been. I was really happy. We got back to Long Beach, gave each other a kiss and got back to our rooms before we had to go back on duty.
On Monday morning, Karen called me and ask if she could come down that evening.  I, of course said, “Yes.”
She came down that evening and her demeanor had completely changed from the day before.
“There’s something I’ve got to tell you.” She said softly.
“What?” I asked.
“I think I am a lesbian.”
“What?! A lesbian? But, what, huh?  What about? Just yesterday, we… What?!”
Of course, I didn’t say that. I don’t remember what exactly where the conversation went after that, but I know I didn’t say that.
That was the end of me and Karen. I’m not a hundred percent sure what happened, but apparently I’m really good at helping ladies decide where their preferences lie.
©2015 Grant Baciocco/Saturday Morning Media
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