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Day Four: The Incomparable
Jenna
(For those of you following along from Day Two… No, you haven’t missed a day. I don’t always sleep very well in hotels, so there were a couple of days where I just wasn’t feeling too well. For Day Three, I took it easy. Sat and read and hung out online. Left my hotel room just long enough to get dinner downstairs, then went back to sleep. Shame to waste a day, but it was what I needed.)
When I arrived on Day Four, the place was more full than I’d seen it on my two previous trips. Not surprising, really, considering it was a Saturday night.
When I walked in the door, I was stopped by security, who wanted to check the contents of my little suitcase. Sure enough, I’d completely forgotten to take my camera out. He was very polite about it, and he watched my stuff while I took the camera back out to the car.
When I got back, I found out that it was karaoke night. Somehow, I’d missed karaoke the previous nights, but I got to hear it this time.
I don’t remember who opened, but she was very good. At some point, someone sang a fun and educational little tune I’d never heard before with the refrain “Because I Got High.”
I also heard songs from Carolina and Cheyenne. One song, while Cheyenne sang, Carolina got up on stage and started pole dancing, and was later joined by Yvette. Let me just say… They made a very welcome addition to the act.
So I sat at the bar and listened to the music. It was fun and relaxing and gave me some time to wake up a little more. Got to talk to more than a few ladies over the course of the evening, too.
Yvette is elegantly beautiful and very fun to chat with. A charming and delightful woman.
Veronica, gorgeous as ever, came over to tease me a little more about my suitcase.
Spent some more time talking to Casey, who is always very cool to be around.
Hung out with Carolina, who is easygoing, genuine, and very warm.
While I was talking to Carolina, Cheyenne came over and whispered some very interesting and encouraging suggestions in my ear.
Alex walked by and we greeted each other warmly, but there were others demanding her attention, and I can’t say I blame them.
After a while, though, I started feeling a bit off. Carolina noticed and came back to me. She escorted me to the lounge/lineup room (guys aren’t supposed to be there alone) and kept me company while I checked my blood sugar. It was a little on the low side, so she stayed with me while I had a little snack and waited for it to help. She was really very sweet. I couldn’t have asked for a better companion. We sat and chatted and relaxed and enjoyed the music from afar. (The volume was a bit high for both of us at the bar, but was very comfortable in the next room.)
Carolina went to check back in at the bar, and Casey stopped by to chat. She wasn’t there long, though, before Jenna showed up. Unfortunately, Jenna had to take care of something before she could really sit and talk, so she waved Janelle over to hang out. Janelle was pretty tired, but still good company. It was very comfortable just sitting there and chatting with her.
Casey, Carolina, Janelle… They’re all just like instant friends. You can’t help but relax and feel good with them.
And then… Jenna came back. It was the moment I’d waited all
night all week a month a lifetime for. It was worth every
second.
Let me see if I can describe her.
Imagine the perfect woman. We’ll start with the easy stuff. Imagine the very definition of “blonde bombshell.” Head-to-toe stunning. Now, behind that exquisite facade, put in a personality that’s just as beautiful. Intelligent, witty, charming, sweet, caring, fun… everything you could possibly ask for.
Got the picture?
Jenna’s like that. Only better.
She came out in a soft and very comfortable powder blue robe. It felt like I was in Hollywood and some movie star had invited me into her living room and was just hanging out with me in her robe. It was amazing.
I’ve been around. I’ve been to different states and countries and continents. I’d been to the WH twice before. Looking at Jenna curled up on the couch in that robe, I could honestly say that I had never seen a woman looking more beautiful.
And she apologized for looking like a mess!
So, we sat on the couch and we talked. And I looked at her and I couldn’t help but think of all the things I’d like to do. The absolutely incredible thing was that I knew that I could do every one of those things with her that very night.
And yet… I was having so much fun just talking to her that I couldn’t get myself to interrupt that.
Allow me to reiterate. The most amazingly beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on was sitting right next to me, and I was having too much fun talking to her to take her back and have sex with her.
This went on for well over an hour. Then I told her what I was thinking, and she said she was similarly torn. Which was also incredible. Then we talked for another half an hour.
And then… Finally… We went to the negotiations room. We had a nice little chat there, then proceeded (with a couple of stops) to the Presidential Suite, where we partied past dawn.
To sum up that time, here’s a thought I had more than once:
“This is everything I could have dreamed… No, wait. It’s better than I could possibly have hoped.”
A second recurring thought was… nothing at all. Times when I was so swept away I couldn’t think at all. Very rare for me.
The last thought I’ll share had to do with her looks. Usually, when you say a woman is “incredibly beautiful,” what you mean is that she is very very beautiful. High up on the scale. Jenna, however, gives new meaning to the term. I would get a good look at her, and I would get this shocked thought.
“!!! … Wow, she is beautiful!!!”
And then I would get in closer. And a minute or so later, we’d move around and I’d catch a glimpse of the wider view.
“!!! … Wow, she is beautiful!!!”
“You just thought that.”
“Well, yes…”
“You knew she was beautiful.”
“Yeah, but I forgot she was that beautiful…”
“You just saw it a minute ago!”
“But… look at her…”
“!!! … Wow, she is beautiful!!!”
This happened more times than I care to count. I literally could not comprehend how gorgeous she was. And partying with her was every bit as good as you would like to imagine it would be with someone that incredibly beautiful. Everything I’d hoped for. Everything I’d dreamed of. But even better because it was real.
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