Meeting Mr. Wii
I’m pretty sure that I was one step away from being an episode of CSI. I needed a Wii for the tradeshow tomorrow and when I tried to get one in Virginia all the legitimate sources didn’t have any in stock. Then I found one on Amazon, ordered it but the guy wouldn’t ship it to a hotel because it wasn’t “safe”. Whatever. Then I got in touch with this guy on Craig’s List and he was supposed to meet me at the Bank of America on Friday. I waited for 20 minutes, he never showed and I didn’t have my Sony Wii.
Shortly thereafter, I realized that this thing is a Nintendo Wii and that both the guy from Amazon and the guy from Craig’s List figured that if I didn’t know what I wanted, I didn’t deserve to get one.
In Vegas now I went out onto Craig’s List and called the first one listed. Mr. Wii Guy and I agreed to meet at a Cheveron station that shares a parking lot with Jack-in-the-Box right of the strip. I figured I’d get the money out of the ATM, pay him, and be on to the next thing.
Except that the ATM had a $200 withdraw limit and the Wii was $340. It retails for $248 at Wal-Mart. So Don jumps in my rental car and the two of us are off to the nearest Bank of America. That’s right, you read correctly: I took a complete stranger in my rental car. To my bank. Then I left him in my rental car with the car running and the air on (because it’s hot here) with my laptop still in the car. As I was standing in line the magnitude of my foolishness was palpable.
When I got back to the car, Mr. Wii was still in it texting on his blackberry. I’m pretty sure we fell in love somewhere between Tropicana and Las Vegas Blvd. South. He’s a Capricorn, works for Armstrong and was (of all things) wearing a Virginia Tech hat. 38, salt and pepper hair. We have some surface things in common but obviously- I don’t know him. He gave me his business card and wants to take me out for drinks while I’m in town.
So how random would it be to meet a guy who sold me his Nintento Wii for drinks in Las Vegas? Or perhaps a better question is, why can’t I meet men in “normal” ways? Why must I meet them in airport lounges (United), in First Class (Wikipedia) and while trying to procure a game console for a trade show (Mr. Wii). Crazy, I am.
You meet men in the most normal ways actually. You travel more than the “Normal” gal and being out that much and being as likable as you are…well you do the math!
P.S. Yum-Yum wants donuts with his Auntie