On the drive back to my mom's place, Claudia and I chatted while I tried to put the pieces of last night back together.

"I shouldn't have left you there," said Claudia as she shook her head.

"It's ok," I replied. "From what I remember, didn't I ask you to leave?"

"My foot was hurting me in the boots and I said I wanted to go home but you said you wanted to stay and hang out with that guy," she answered.

"That makes sense. It's not your fault. I was drunk and I made a bad choice" I said.

"She looked at me sincerely for a second and quietly asked, "Did you sleep with him, Stacey?"

I shook my head in disappointment and answered, "I really don't remember but I am assuming so, yes."

"God, I hope you used protection," she said.

"I hope so too. Hey, listen, we got a lot of stuff to do today, and my mom's coming in two days. I really don't want to discuss this any further so let's just pretend this never happened, ok? Honestly, this is the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life. I'm not that type of person," I said.

"I know you aren't..but of course. I won't say another word," she answered.

I had been in Las Vegas for 3 days by now and I spent the entire weekend unable to forget about what I did. It was Sunday night and I was feeling tremendous guilt issues. I have no idea why because I didn't even know this guy but I still felt bad. If he was such a bad guy, why would he want to take me on a date after a potential one night stand, right? I decided to bring it up to Claudia.

"Are you serious?!" she exclaimed.

I replied, "I don't know. I mean, it's just dinner and I'm sick of being broke and it might be fun to go out and eat a decent meal for once."

She glared at me slightly before saying, "Oh, Stacey. Don't be like that. You are NOT that type of person."

"I know, I know. I'm not the type to use a guy..but I don't think I'm doing that. Yes, a nice dinner and night out is a plus but I do feel guilty and I don't even know if I actually did anything with him. I'd like to get a few questions answered. Maybe he remembers better than I do?"

"Ok, I get that, Stace," she said. "I'm just worried. You don't know him."

Referring to Claudia's boyfriend, I asked, "Well, how well did you know Frankie before you went on a date with him? Not very."

She replied, "Alright, I get your point but - "

I interrupted her and asked, "is it really much different than a blind date?"

"I suppose not," Claudia answered.

I knew I had won the argument.

A few hours later, my fingers were shaking as I dialed the number on the piece of paper.

"Hello?" answered a male voice.

I could barely get the words out as I mumbled, "Um, hi Ben? It's, um..Stacey. From Friday? The, um..the Flamingo?"

"Yes, of course," he said. "I was hoping you'd call."