Las Vegas Drunken Marriage

One day out of nowhere my roommate suggested we road trip to Las Vegas. A 4 hour drive, renting a cheap hotel room off the strip, got drunk, hung out, we didn't have any money so we couldn't gamble. We ordered a beer and hung around.

A cocktail waitress treated us to a couple of free beers and invited us to an after hours party. At the party I got plastered and woke up with her and a splitting hangover headache. To find out we had gone down to a wedding chapel and got married.

She wanted out of Las Vegas even if it meant marrying a 20 year old college kid. She rode back with us, and that's where we asked all the questions about who we were. Oh, she had no problem having sex, she was married and probably felt that sex was the key to staying married to a college kid.

The long story short, I never shook her off. Like a sucker fish she hung on. If sex alone didn't do the trick, then getting knocked up would do the trick. I graduated with a wife and kid. She is a nice girl, thought that she could be a dancer, but dancing is code word for being a stripper, so she waited tables and got a job as a cocktail waitress.

I kept her, on the condition she went to college. She's a midwest girl, likes being a mom, is not uptight about sex, and knows the basics of being a wife. The biggest question I get asked is how we met. Tell the truth, or make up a romantic story? The truth, I got caught up in a targeted trap. She just happened to have wanted to stay.