In a very Swingers-like turn of events, I find myself heading out to Las Vegas on the day I try to forget a woman. A few of you know that I've been seeing someone for the past couple of months. Personally, I thought things were going great. She was warm, fun, smart, funny and she was also pretty damn good-looking, and we seemed to be very compatible in several different ways. We were spending a hell of a lot of time together -- to the point where when I woke up this morning alone and in my own bedroom, I was a little disoriented and it took me a second to realize where I was. I really liked this woman, and I honestly thought we had a shot at success in the long run. Until last night, when she told me that even though she thought I was wonderful, she felt like that extra spark of "I could fall for this guy" wasn't there and she just wanted to be friends. Suffice it to say that I didn't see it coming, and it was like I was run over by a Mack truck, despite her insisting that I should've seen the signs. She still feels very close -- we've shared a lot of private details, which now makes me feel a little foolish because there's things about me that I've told her that even some of my closest friends don't know -- and she wants me to "sit at the table" with her and be her friend. I just don't know if I can do that right now. And the problem is that not only do I feel a little betrayed in that respect, I still have feelings for her, and it's hard to hate and like someone at the same time. Three days in Vegas. Is that enough time to lose yourself?