Weekend in Vegas and Ghosts from the Summer

So the weekend in Vegas was quite the trip. Late nights where you actually start to gamble after you go out to the clubs.
Cut my teeth on some actual real life poker... and I only lost 100 bucks! I was up 5o to 100 dollars most of the time.
Friday didn't even leave the MGM.. food, gambling, alcohol, bars, clubs. all under one roof.
Saturday we ate breakfast at a place actually called Terrible's. and surprisingly it was only mildly terrible.
Saturday night was officially strip club night. Rick's Cabaret? Classy joint.
Guy friend disappeared upstairs till 730 in the morning.... i left at 3.
4 sets of boobs in the face and I was already passed my tally for the last year.

So the wild monster from the summer decided to contact me after 2 months of no communication.
Hey! whats up?
so casual. which isn't too surprising. I mean why would she still be upset?

She only did everything I ever suggested doing with her with someone else the day before and lied about it. Someone seemingly one uping me at every opportunity... this same person still dating her even though she always just gave me the bullshit, I'm not ready for a boyfriend at this point schpeal.

Then after me trying to cool things off and cut out the physical aspect of our relationship, calling me boring and insisting it persist.

...being confronted with it is a bit of a slap in the face I suppose.
I'm sure her motivations for contacting me weren't purely selfish. Not like she's trying to rid herself of some level of guilt by seeking a bit of forgiveness she can only get from me.

I admit I'm still pining over her for no reason, that I still get sick to my stomach when reminded of her, surely giving her a bit of satisfaction.
I'm only being honest even though it portrays me as some sort of fool who's fallen into a wonderfully deep well of despair.
As much as I'd like to rub her face in some newly found love who I'm completely happy with... thats simply not in the card these days.
I'm left dateless since the last time she raped me and not afraid to admit it.

Did I really like her?
she sort of smelled, worked retail, neglected me, lied to me, disappointed me at nearly every turn, and then walked away after finally admitting it all.
But I suppose perhaps thats what sucked me in.
Because otherwise, I simply would have been bored.