It honestly didn't seem like she was saying it for any ulterior purpose. I think she has hoed herself out in Vegas and fucked so many alphas (I am certainly not one of those alphas yet) that she somehow thinks it's just that easy for guys.

Any time the night ends without a lay, it feels like a failure because of how she framed it.

Any thoughts on staying away from that mental slump? Bonding with my boys is #1 priority, but naturally it will get old unless we have lovely half naked ladies sitting on our laps every now and then. No, I don't give two shits about strippers. I want the wild Vegas sluts.