On the stage Frank Sinatra was belting out a ballad and it felt as though he was singing just for me.
If theres one thing you need to know about me, it's this.
I love Frank.
I thought ours eyes had met across the crowded room, but when he pointed to me and smiled I couldn't believe it and had to glance around just to be sure.
When our eyes met again, I knew it was me he was looking at and I started to quiver and cry.
During the break, he made his way through the crowded room to where I was sitting next to an old woman on oxygen smoking one Pall Mall after another.
He reached out and took my hand and led me to a stage front table and asked if I would be his guest.
I didn't have to think, all I had to do was breathe, just breathe.
Once I was seated, he asked my name and if I was alone.
It was then that I remembered I had left my friends at the slot machines, but I didn't care, they would find me eventually.
I told him my name was Marilyn and he held my hand and gazed into my eyes until it was time for him to go back on stage.
Sooner or later my friends found me, and couldn't believe it when they realized where I was sitting, or that I was sitting there as Franks guest.
I told them I thought we may be in love.
As the night grew late and soon into morning, my friends needed to get some rest and returned to the hotel.
Frank asked me to join him for cocktails at one of his favorite quiet places.
He said it was to soon for us to say goodbye.
We watched the sun come up over the desert that morning as he sang softly and held my hand while looking so deeply into my eyes that I felt he could see straight into my heart.
Time soon ran out for Frank and I, my flight was to leave at 9:00 that morning.
I think I may have cried as he drove me back to my hotel and said goodbye, all the while promising me that this would not be goodbye for us, it was just the beginning.
We spoke to each other almost every day, he would call me from back stage, serenade me over the phone and send tender emails every chance he had.
I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
It had been months since our chance meeting in the showroom when he called and asked if I had any plans for dinner that night.
TONIGHT! I asked.
He would catch a flight to Seattle that afternoon if I could arrange my schedule to meet him at the airport.
I didn't even have to think about it, I would be there.
We were going to have an entire night together, just the two of us.
I arrived at the airport just in time and my heart raced as I watched for him.
I heard him call my name and chills ran down my spine.
My eyes searched the waiting area, but I couldn't see him anywhere.
I called out for him... there he was.
My handsome Frank.
Was really a short middle aged man with bad hair plugs and lifts in his shoes wearing a blue velour track suit.
Oh. My. Gawd.
For the first time, I realized this wasn't really Frank Sinatra.
He was a Vegas impersonator.
He was just some guy named Gary.
I had just let myself forget that minor detail.
He ran to embrace me as tears ran down my face.
He looked up and into my eyes as he touched my face and reassured me that I didn't need to cry, we were together.
If only he had known, that was the reason I cried.
It turned out to be one of the longest nights of my life.
The moral of this story...
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
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