four days is not "always" part two

By the end of the night, Bird realized that the Hardy shirt had been misleading. Robert, in fact, was a Nevadan cowboy. He grew up on a ranch 15 miles outside of Las Vegas near the California border. He was no secret agent or up and coming casino mogul, which is what boys who pay $150 for a t-shirt usually hope to suggest.
"Poser," said Ullah as she fished for something in her purse.
"Any. WAY," said Bird. "He seemed sweet. I thought, well, why the hell not?"
Turns out, there were several reasons why the hell not.
Bird gave Robert her number and before she even made it home that night, he texted her:
IT REALLY WAS A PLEASURE TO MEET U. LUNCH TOMORROW? YOU SAID IT WAS YOUR DAY OFF, RIGHT?"
At this point, Bird was flattered. It had been her experience that most men wait the standard three days before calling. Usually eight in Vegas. She ended up meeting him at Roadrunner the next day, and the two of them had a very civilized conversation.
"He was nice. Seemed fun. I liked his company," explained Bird.
"She's the kind of girl that likes company alright" said Ullah before the waxer beckoned for her to go to the back room.
After lunch, which Robert insisted on paying for, Bird drove back to her condo off Blue Diamond to nap before heading out to her moonlighting gig as an ambiance model at Tryst. (Yes, such a position exists in Vegas and it is exactly what it sounds like--gorgeous people are paid $30/hour to make it look like gorgeous people fill the clubs for the totally fair $30 cover).
Before Bird pulled in the driveway her cell rang. It was Robert.
"So it's Robert, and he calls me Birdy! I was like, 'Birdy?' and then he wants to know if he can call me that. I was like 'Ummm, OK.'"
Robert went on to tell her what a nice time he had at lunch with her and that he might swing by Tryst later on if that would be OK. Bird tried to politely explain that she would be busy and would feel bad because she wouldn't be able to talk to him much, which of course was a total lie--all ambiance models do is look gorgeous and talk. But Bird was starting to feel just the tiniest bit smothered.
"I mean, I've known this guy for like 18 hours and he's down my throat, but he's so damn nice so I tell him to come by."
Which he did.
"At 9 pm--a time that anyone who has ever been to a club in Vegas knows is the time that only the employees, the losers who don't want to pay a cover or concierges' neices from Idaho show up," explains Bird and her eyes get really big as she says this. "I mean, duh."
According to Bird Robert stuck by her side until nearly 4 in the morning. Her boss, who thought she should have been mingling with other guests, gave her dirty looks all night. But--Robert was nice. And Robert, unlike all the other guests, was not getting on plane in a few hours.
"OMG," said Ullah, back from her bikini wax. "Are you still freaking telling this story? Let me finish."
Ullah's eyebrows were red. She sprang for the works. "I'll just retouch them on photobucket.com if we take any pictures tonight."
"So anyway," said Ullah. "Robert called Bird like 25 times in the next day and a half. Wednesday night he called her again and asked her to come to his place for dinner. And Bird...I'm sorry, Bird, but it is the freaking truth...and Bird being the naive one accepts his invitation."
"So what?" interjects Bird. "It was nice. It was freaking nice for him to invite me over for dinner."
"Um, yeah," said Ullah as she licks her finger and smooths over her brows while looking in the mirror. "Yeah, it was real nice that you show up Thursday night at his place, which happens to be his parents' place and then you go on to meet not only his parents, but his two sisters, little brother, his aunt and uncle and his freaking dog."
"It was his cat."
"Same difference. Yeah, Elle, do you freaking believe that?"
I barely do.
"What did you do, Bird?"
"I ate and then of course on my way home he called me to tell me what a nice time he had and would I mind meeting him for breakfast in the morning?"
Ick.
Bird couldn't come up with any valid excuse, so she told him she would meet him at the Pancake House at Green Valley at noon. Robert was obviously happy to hear this, but then he wanted to talk on the phone some more.
"I couldn't take it. So, I told him I needed some space. I mean J freaking Christ. I couldn't breath at that point."
"What did he say?"
"He started to cry. OMG! He started to cry. He said he didn't understand why I was acting this way. I was like 'What way?' He said he was just so used to me being there for him. That I was always there."
And this is when Bird said flatly making eye contact with me in the mirror: Since when is four days "always?"