He kissed my Greek Salad Breath

Pang (OS) and I have been going to a lot of salsa events lately. We are associates of the promoter, through Pangs sorority sister.

One night, at one of these events, I notice this bald short guy with a suit and a nice smile standing and having a conversation with the promoter. I noticed him because I caught him looking at me with a smile.

Pang and I were walking out and Omega came on. I walked right back in and Pang followed.

I started to dance with the promoter and the guy who we will call Salsero made a comment about my dancing. The promoter knew what was going on and spun me into Salseros arms. We had a blast dancing, we exchanged a few words and that was that.

I saw him at a few other events where we began to dance with each other a little more each time.

At one of these events we exchanged numbers.

He is from Curacao. He speaks 4 languages. Spanish (which he speaks very well and learned it from watching TV and decided to take some courses), English, whatever the name of the language in Curacao is (he told me but I forgot), Dutch, and he just took some French courses so he wouldn't count that as a language he speaks just yet. I must say, pretty impressive.

He has been trying to make plans for a while now and I just never let it happen because there is an attraction there. I know this from the flirtation on the dance floor.

Finally I cave but decide that we will go to dance just him and I. We went to a Salsa social. We danced just about every song together, I sweated any water weight off. When it was time for me to go, he stopped my cab and gave me a very sensual closed mouth kiss on the lips.

This happened about two weeks ago.

Today I went to lunch with him to Chocolate by the Bald Man MAX BRENNER.

Conversation at the table was very interesting. We spoke about our work history. We are both currently unemployed. Go figure. He said he has worked the past 4 yrs at a job where he had no life. He worked 7 days a week until 10 at night. He made good money but he had no time for himself. The company he worked for was in financial trouble. He stayed mainly because his best friend worked there and they shared a responsibility. Once they let his friend go he put in his resignation. They didn't want him to leave so they made him a deal where he would stay for a few extra months. He said after that he wasn't going to work for 5 months and was going to enjoy himself, take all sorts of classes he's been wanting to take (salsa and french).

We spoke about our family history. His dad is a magician. He is an only child from that marriage. His dads family is Dutch and his moms side is from Curacao.

We flirted a little.

He paid me many compliments.

Held my hand.

We spoke about the rarity of him dating someone he meets at these Salsa parties because that's his haven, and in case something goes bad he doesn't want negative energy at these events because the same people go to these all the time.

We then walked over to Barnes & Noble where we made out like teenagers with my breath smelling like onions from the Greek Salad I had (he said he didn't mind, I chewed half a pack of stride after). Ok maybe not like teenagers but we made out a few times in public, which is something I usually DON'T DO!

Needless to say... I'm being bad. This will probably not be the last blog you will read about him.

The Kiss

I've gotten a few requests about this kiss I mentioned in the last blog. I honestly was not going to write about it because then I would be giving this guy importance and I am trying not to....

... But my loyal readers... All 5 of them lol... Have requested DETAILS so here we go!

I am a LOVER of Merengue Tipico.

I find out Geovanny Polanco is in town. Pang and I get investigating quick and find out that on this same night he was performing at a spanish club in Queens (El Gran Rancho Jubilee).

Its 7:45 p.m. when we find this out. By midnight we are at the club.

Pang and I are standing on the side of the dancefloor looking at some people making fools of themselves (one of the many reasons why I love sobriety). We are bopping to the music when this guy comes up to me. He says hello and asks me when did I convert from rasta to hick (for those of you who didn't know, I was a big fan of reggae). Obviously he knows me and he looks familiar but honestly I couldn't remember who he was.

He notices that I am not recognizing him and reminds me that he knows me through (mutual friends name). Aha! Now I remember. We gets-a-talking. He asks me if I'm drinking anything, I tell him no. He asks me if I want something to drink, and I tell him no. He is shocked and tells me he isn't going to roofie my drink (lol... THE HANGOVER, go check it out). I explain to him that I don't really drink... Usually I get Red Bull and Cranberry. He grabs my hand and takes me to his table and makes me a Red Bull and Cranberry.

We start dancing, Pang is also dancing with his friend... And that's how the night was spent. Those boys all could dance! This means we must chill again.

The entire night he didn't let me leave his side. Anytime I moved too far for him to reach me he would go get me and bring me back. I knew something was going to be up, he kept kissing my cheek while we danced and anytime we made eye contact and I smile he would have this look on his face (ladies, we just know this right?).

Side note: Geovanny Polanco's performance was not disappointing as usual.

We exchange numbers, Pang and I call it an early night (3:30 a.m.) because she works the next morning.

Fast forward to Saturday night. I'm out with the girls. I was suppose to hang out with Fitness but Sassy Daisy was having some boy trouble and what are girls for if we can't be there to make sure you don't stay home crying? I rearrange plans with Fitness and off to the spanish parties we go!

He hits me up and asks me what am I up to, he wants to see me. I told him what our plans were and he shows up to the place but couldn't get in because the friend he was with didn't have the appropriate shoes.

We leave and go to another place, a restaurant that plays good music. Everything is on them, drinks for the 3 girls (because I didn't get anything to drink), food, and the money for the valet parking.

We are sitting at the table and he is being super friendly with the waitress, actually with all of them. It didn't bother me but I mention this because the moment a guy took me out to dance he got upset and he let me know it when I sat back down.

I told him this is 2009. You don't bring me here and flirt with other women and expect me to sit here looking at the floor. Either pay attention to me or someone else will.

Anyway, we kissed on the dance floor. The man can dance and I my friends can fall in love on the dance floor. Plus I think he is a little cutie :x , him and his friends are funny as heck too.

We still talk bull shit on a daily basis, but he isn't a threat to Fitness. I know, its wrong of me... But whatever, I'll work on it.

Admitting to cheat

Welcome FUTURE

I will not dedicate a blog to this man's history because, well... he just was not one of them BUT he has been there none the less. (no not in a romantic way)

Future is a dealer from around my way- I know NOT BECAUSE I DO DRUGS- I have never done drugs ::insert angel halo on my head:: but because he used to see me walk from the train station to my house late night with my book bag (coming from night classes) and used to always say when I walked by "there goes my future"... After years of telling me this I actually stopped to talk to him and he was a pretty cool dude. I had to write a paper on drug dealing in the neighborhood I live in and he allowed me to interview him- full blown details so long as I didn't use his name.

I haven't seen him in almost a year, maybe more. I am walking my dog and pass by the block he lives on. I walk past this diner and someone knocks on the glass. Usually I walk with my head down when I walk by there- just to avoid eye contact with dealers and old men trying to mack it to girls. I look up and there is Future smiling and waving. He comes out to greet me and here goes mid convo:

Future: How is everything, are you married yet? I heard you were engaged.
IMWIR: No, not anymore. I broke the engagement off and moved back.
Future: I'm sorry, is everything okay though? Que paso (translate: what happened?)
IMWIR: He got caught in a few lies and things just snow balled from there.
Future: (shaking his head in laughter) Men. We are all like that.
IMWIR: (drops jaw) THEN I GIVE UP.
Future then gives me a hug and the conversation goes on.

This shit is pissing me off. Seriously WTF- I still have faith that there is at least ONE man out there who doesn't cheat or lie...

Or should I just accept reality, lose faith, date a religious man who fears burning in eternal damnation if he cheats or lies?

Not that I should be talking. I cheated on Fitness this weekend.

It was just a kiss.

All Men Cheat?

SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME I AM NOT CRAZY!

Fitness (surprise surprise, another blog about Fitness lol) and I were talking on the phone about his work. He is telling me about this situation at work and here are they key points that lead to my discomfort:

• He met his manager at work for the first time who is an older female. Doesn't bother me.
• She seems a little friendlier with him then with the rest of the trainers. Still doesn't bother me.
• He thinks she has a crush on him. Nope, doesn't bother me...
• She jokes with him in a flirtatious way. Doesn't bother me.
• He jokes back with her. WHOA WHOA WHOA.
  

OK OK... I think of myself to be a pretty understanding person now that I am older (because I definitely wasn't when I was younger). I don't care if someone flirts with my boyfriend, I nor he cannot control the actions of another person, so why get upset at him?

WHEN YOU "JOKE" BACK ITS A PROBLEM.

I mean fine, I do believe in innocent flirting if you guys are not attracted to each other but if you know the old hag is crushing then why do it?

I spoke to him about this and everything is fine now. The woman is not a threat anyway, and I don't think, at this point atleast, that he would be doing something like that. It is very out of character for him. This happened a few weeks ago but I figured it was worth mentioning on a blog.

On another note... We were having wine night (the girls get together at a friends house, drink and talk shit till 5 in the morning) and obviously we were talking about men.

In attendance were:

1. Sassy Daisy (one of my GIRLS)
2. Big Bootay (a friend I met through Sassy)
3. NOT Eye Candy (a girl I met through Big Bootay, she is not that pretty but worth hanging out with because she is FUNNNNNAAAYYY)
4. Myself (IMWIR)

NOT Eye Candy is being very adamant about the following statement: ALL MEN CHEAT.

I disagree with this statement and her response to me is...

NOT Eye Candy: You are naive and this is why you will get cheated on.

IMWIR: What does it matter if all men cheat anyway?

Personally, she must be bitter about something but I wasn't going to take it there. I just let it go. She says it doesn't have to be physical, it can be by just looking. Jesus, doesn't everyone look? Fuck, I look at girls too if they are really hot, does that mean I am a lesbian and a cheater?