Whatever Happens in Vegas...

Spencer has been working in Vegas for the last 5 weeks, and he's still scheduled to work there for another 3 weeks. I know, poor me. I'm stuck at home with 3 crazy kids and a new house that has issues I don't know how to solve, like:
BROKEN SPRINKLERS
A GREEN POOL
BATHTUB LEAKS
ANTS IN MY PANTRY
ETC.

Aside from all these little problems, it's not too bad having him gone. He leaves Monday mornings and comes back Friday afternoons. At night, I'm free to do whatever I want-ALONE. I love being alone. It's hard to find time to be alone, so most nights I just sit and revel in being alone. I can watch whatever movie I want, or read, or play the piano. But in reality, I usually just have to finish chores, fold laundry, brush the pool, and trying to solve the "green" problem.

So, Spencer is staying in a hotel on the strip, and last night he calls me at about 11:45pm and tells me to guess what just happened to him. I tell him that I don't know. He tells me that he went down to the lobby and was on his way to the store when a "girl" says, "Hey, where are you going?" All innocent like, Spencer says, "I'm going to the store." Then the girl proceeds to say, "Do you want some company?" Spencer paused for a second, and than said, "No, thanks, I think I'm okay."

He thought it was so funny that a "lady of the night" had approached him, so I said (all jealous like) "Well, was she pretty?" And, "why didn't you just let her go along?" He just ignored the questions because he knew I was crazy to ask them.

I wonder if it boosts the male ego to get an invitation like that? I know it boosts mine when I get a whistle or a double take to the booty from some stranger. He would never admit to me if it did, so I guess I'll never know.