“My friend’s fiancé went to a bachelor party. After he came back, she deleted all of his pictures on Instagram and broke up with him. He had videos on his phone with a $1500 sex worker. She asked why he even recorded it, and he said because it was $1500. Bruh.”

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"It was a whole thing, but the dude ended up not saying anything, so the brother told his sister (the fiancée) what happened. She married him anyway, and he ended up repeatedly cheating on her. Eventually, they got divorced."

"I left them around 3 a.m. and got a huge burrito, and I passed out naked in my bathroom with said burrito. They, however, crawled back to their bridal suite. She jumped into bed and declared her love for him and their day. He told her he was not in love with her and hadn't been for a year. The next day, they started their three-week US tour with both their families. When they got home to Australia, she found emails with his affair partner from their wedding day, threatening to leave if he went through with the marriage. They're happily divorced now."

"She walked in, kicked off her heels, and just crawled into my bed, curled up, and was out. I covered her up and took the other bed. At 7 a.m. or so, I woke up to the sound of my shower. There was a black dress, thigh highs, and underwear in a pile on my floor. I picked them up, folded them, and lay back down. She came out in a towel a few minutes later and sat on the bed. I asked her if she remembered how she got there, and she said yes. She had gone out and they got drunk as fuck, and she doesn't drink nearly at all. She was beyond incoherent. They got to some bar, and the girls took off without her. One had her phone because she was checking something. She had no idea where she was and couldn't even remember her hotel, as she was rooming with her cousin, who booked it. But she remembered seeing me at Bellagio. She took off walking, followed the fountains, and ended up there. She talked the front desk lady into giving her my room number, and there she was. She thanked me for letting her crash and not asking questions. Then she asked for a favor — if she could borrow a shirt, shorts, and pool shoes and bum an Uber back to her hotel. So I got her downstairs, with some coffee, and in her car.

I got home several days later and back to work. On my desk in a FedEx box with my shirt, shorts, shoes, was a $50 bill and a 'what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas' cheesey shirt with a note that said she appreciated everything along with info on reservations at a restaurant and her number. 

And that dinner was my ex-wife and my first date.

We were together 15 years, married for 11. Handling my early career work and stress, and us managing her early life trauma and mental illness issues wrong just didn't work. But she's since remarried, healthy, and happy. And I couldn't wish for anything more for her."

"It sucks too because her fiancé was a really sweet guy. She wasn't even drunk either. Not that it would make it better, honestly. But she made all these decisions sober. She told us to fuck off when we tried to get her away from the couple."

"Now we had only hung out a few times and in my mind it wasn't serious, she wasn't even the only one, but she thought we were in a relationship and she was PISSED. Anyway, I figured in for a penny, in for a pound, so I extended my trip for a day to bang this stripper. It was glorious."

"Mr. Bankroll got a good chunk of change but was told to get fucked after that. Anyway, the dude slept with a bottle girl, having taken a fair amount of party favours. He got an STI and got his brother in shit for 'not looking after him.'"

"Well, some extra guests popped in. One was a newly hired (but more senior) employee from our firm. I laughed it off immediately, but somehow ended up in his direction during the panties dance (what I called it). We ended up sharing his keycard and swore to keep it secret. Now, he held up his end of the bargain, but about three weeks later, my blabber mouth blurted out how big he was. I had to backtrack with 'I heard,' but there were no buyers. No one pressed too much, honestly, until a holiday party months later. After a few drinks, it came out, and everyone was pretty respectful, thankfully."

"It was a $56,000 payout if I remember correctly. Let me tell you, that table was friggin pandemonium! They did leave after that and, I presume, had a fun night."

"We all called bullshit, but we ran into her the next morning with her husband at breakfast and they had a whole conversation about what had transpired the night before. It was a wild conversation."

"It turns out there was some sort of altercation in the hotel room which resulted in the guy getting the shit kicked out of him. No payment? Pimp? I don't know, but apparently there was blood everywhere. Anyway, he says the casino had called him an ambulance and he had been booked under 'Trauma Fred,' which is why they couldn't locate him. They headed back to his hotel room, and it had been cleaned like nothing even went down there. Apparently, this sort of thing is bad for business, so the casinos go to great lengths to deal with these things with discretion and minimal fuss."

"He was very drunk and had bought a fake ticket to see Phish. In his drunken state, he thought he could just sneak past one of the ticket takers at the door. Las Vegas PD disagreed. They scanned his face and gave him a letter saying that he is banned."

"We called it a night a few hours later. I woke up to a text from her asking how long we were staying. She wanted to get together the next day. I was thinking boy, am I sucker and how much is this going to cost me (maybe a kidney). I ditched the guys and went to hang out. She paid for dinner, and we had a few drinks before she went to work. We texted through most of the night. The guys were eating it up.

We flew out the next day around noon. She and I went to brunch. There was clear chemistry, but I was still skeptical. A few months later, I'd visited Vegas a few times, ended my relationship, and seemed to be dating her. I still don't have 100% confidence/belief in everything, but the trips to Vegas were fun...we got into every club, etc.

Fast forward 15 years, and we've been married for 12. We have two planned kids together. She moved to my city about a year after we met. She didn't want to dance anymore; she said it was a phase and made the money she needed to make. She got a job until we had kids and became a stay-at-home mom.

She's never looked back. We dabbled in OF, but she really didn't embrace it like she thought she would. So now she lives a normal life, is involved in the school/community, and runs a small online business.

Suffice it to say, we don't tell people how we met. We say it was at a Vegas conference. And the guys are sworn to secrecy. I suspect they have told their wives, but it's so far in the past that no one cares. 

So what happened in Vegas finally left Vegas and became my wife."

"The rest of the bridal party wouldn't speak to my ex for years after this fiasco because of the fallout. My ex somehow held me responsible for the outcome because I rallied the troops — her sisters and the remaining non-drunk or non-cheating bridal party members — to find them, and called all the nearby hotels and venues where I thought they might be. When I finally found them, they were in the wrong hotel having a stand-off with security, which I successfully de-escalated from 3,000 miles away."

"So yeah, they got divorced. And the kicker was that she was responsible for half of their debt. So after their divorce, she is still paying for his little week-long trip to Vegas."

"Some people really just can’t handle that place."

"The next morning, he got the money sent and drove back to Riverside. We were still there at a friend's house, so we told the other guy to come through. When he got there, he explained the whole story. At the end someone asked him, 'So you paid 200 bucks for a handjob, got held against your will, threatened by a pimp, and missed a day of work you couldn't, so you lost your job?' 'Yeah.' 'Was it worth it? Losing all that stuff?' He looked at me like I was from outer space and went, 'Wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.'"

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