Divorced, single, and all dried up.
That's what I put on my dating app profile. I couldn't think of a better way to describe myself. I'd lost not only my confidence but my kids over Christmas.
My friends told me to do something fun, but I'd forgotten what that meant. I was forty-five going on seventy, and I'd spent the last twenty years focusing on my ex-husband and kids.
I decided the one place to have fun would be in Vegas.
I went alone.
I lied and told everyone that I had a date.
The lie turned into reality as I hit the roulette table.
One bet.
One night.
They said there would be no questions asked, and none would be answered, because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
