Cafe con Leche

Do you all remember Mexico from cheap date? Read here in my FLIP THE BILL post if you need a refresher.

I have hung out with Mexico a few times, we went to the movies once... he paid. The other time we walked the Brooklyn Bridge and then just chit chat looking at Manhattan and then I had to go so we didn't get to eat.

I had brought up in conversation my new beverage of choice for the few times I do drink...

Presenting...

Mr. Coffee Patron

He mentioned he has never had any. I express my like for this beverage and explain it is best when on the rocks, or with some skim milk... for some cafe con leche- still on the rocks for me, I like it cold. I'm going to guess it is because he wants to get in my panties that he said this but he recommended we have a night in of coffee patron and a quality movie.

He hasn't crossed any lines, he has been very respectful and besides the face that he was cheap on the first date... we have had a good time. He said "you bring the Patron and I get the milk and the movie."

We never spoke of this again until a week and a half later he reserves a day for us to have patron and a movie. I am on my way to the train to head down to his place and it is pouring. I walk back home because my socks and pants are drenched and one thing I cannot stand is having wet clothes on. It URKS me.

I text him and let him know that I will not be making it. I was already running late and had to be somewhere later that night- and it was pouring, I was going to get wet any time I tried to walk to the train. He calls me back and tries to talk me into going, I tell him maybe later on in the week.

The conversation goes like this:

Mexico: I was really looking forward to having some Patron.

IMWIR: You can still have some.

Mexico: I don't have any in my house.

IMWIR: Well good thing I turned back, I didn't bring any with me.

Mexico: You can still go buy some and come.

IMWIR in silence.

Sorry but this is going to cost you more then just a movie!! This is where I stop making an effort. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and no, I am not trying to be cheap by not bringing it myself but I didn't even want to drink, this was all his idea. At least put up the front and let me offer to buy it. Goodness.

Moving on to better times...

I was at a friends birthday party. He rented out a lounge- it was okay. A lot of people there but the music was not all that. I have my sister Pang, Cousin Mother Theresa, La Prima Fina (a 37 yr old divorced cousin of mine), and another cousin. We were excited because La Prima Fina never comes out and we were trying to get her some. So we stand there and bop to the music to at least front like we are having a good time.

Behind me is a guy in a scarf standing alone. I see him eye me a few times but in my head I am thinking look at this guy with his scarf and his drink thinking he is cool... In reality, I thought he was kind of cool but I couldn't let him know that. I pay him no mind, and try to make my cousin have a good time.

They put on some salsa... We all get very excited. I know the birthday boy from dance school so there were a few dancers there. I see Scarf bustin a good move on the dance floor. Oh, now it's on. I must get a dance with him, or my sister- someone from my crew needs to get him on the dance floor. I DON'T CARE WHO.

Later, he is standing across from where we are. We make eye contact. My sister is on the other side as well trying to get a good angle for a picture, I go to help her (FYI, I got the good shot... I should work for the paparazzi). While I am doing this he asks me to dance. I explain to him that I saw him bust a move and that I just began dancing- so my shines aren't that existent yet lol.

He tells me it is okay and we dance.

The man can hold it down on the dance floor.

After our dance we talk about ourselves a little (I found out he is 3/4 Italian and 1/4 Cuban) and I invite him to hang out with me and my girls.

He chills with us for a little and in conversation we find out we are both going to the same salsa lounge after the birthday party.

We meet there, dance a song, he buys me water, and I go on my merry way.

After dancing a few songs I decide to take a bathroom break and on my way out of the restroom he sees me and stops me. He hands me something and tells me "please excuse it, I like to doodle."

(my thumb is covering his number)

Fast forward to tonight. We met up at a salsa party. He arrived at 8:30 and I at 10:30. We danced a few songs but we weren't hanging out together the entire time. I danced with a lot of people and him with a few.

He left an hour after I arrived. I text him apologizing for arriving so late (I arrived at the time I told him I would), thanked him for the dances, apologized for my appearance (compared to what I looked like when he met me I looked like shit) and told him to get home safe and have a good night.

Scarf's response: Hi. Are you joking, IMWIR, you are absolutely stunning. I can understand why you may say that about yourself, but to ME, I get goose bumps looking at you. I was very glad to see you walk in the club. It put a smile on my face. Your hustle dancing is very good. I really hope we can meet for cafe con leche. I think it would be great to get to know you more. Thanks for texting me. That was very nice. Have a great day tomorrow and feel free to call me anytime.

Zouk in the living room...

When my cousin That Girl gets fed up- she goes through a "delete my blog" phase read here.

I on the other hand just DON'T WRITE for a month.

Hello my loyal 8 readers lol. I am back.

Latest book I read MY HORIZONTAL LIFE by Chelsea Handler. Oh man does that woman remind me of ME. If I could remember the amount of men I have been with I would be able to write a book as well.

So I have decided to write about my most recent sex adventure.

The New York International Salsa Congress was happening so there were many out of towners around. At one of the many salsa socials I saw this tall white guy with a physique to die for, blonde long dreads and a smile that will make a woman drop her panties right then and there... well I almost did.

We made eye contact and we danced one salsa. During this dance I found out he was here for the congress, and he was from Holland. That was that.

I started taking Zouk classes, which is a very sensual lambadaish dance- like my sister Pang calls it Foreplay on the dance floor.

My very first Zouk class I am waiting outside the room for the instructor to open the door when I see my mystery man. He happened to be the instructor.

The class goes well, they had a Zouk party after where the class was held. He kept throwing comments at me like I would say "Man, I am hot" while fanning myself and he would say "yes, you are hot" with a wink. It doesn't take me more then that to catch on.

They were having a performance at a club after at around 2 a.m. I promised I would go and see.

I met up with my girls Sassy Daisy and Mother Theresa at a bar on 35th and 6th to meet with a friend (who I was suppose to be staying with) that came to visit from D.C. I drink two ciders and feel myself getting buzzed. At 2 a.m. I tell them I have to go and we all leave. My friend went back to his hotel because he was tired and the ladies went their way- I went to go see the Zouk instructor.

By the time I get there they had already left. I didn't stay one minute longer. I left.

When I was home I got on Facebook (in my drunken state) and start chatting with the Zouk instructor. He asks me how do I know the Samba dancer (which I had already slept with)... I change the subject immediately. Somehow we tell each other how attractive we think each other are and he says "this might seem a little forward but do you want to come over?"

UMMMMM YES! I didn't answer like that but I grabbed my purse and left. On my way over I guess I started to sober up because I realized WTF am I doing. I started to text That Girl and Sassy Daisy and their response was USE A CONDOM lol. Love my girls.

I arrive and we start chit chatting- good chit chat too. He is funny and smart- he has his PhD and stopped working as a scientist to pursue his real passion... Dancing. I had to stop looking at him because every time he smiled I felt myself blush, he was just so fucking cute.

We drink a little something and he puts on some music and we start dancing Zouk in the living room. One thing lead to another and he carried me upstairs to the bedroom and threw me on the air mattress (there was no furniture, it was his friends place and she hadn't moved in yet).

He also does Capoeira so his body was rippppppped and his skin was as soft as a babies tooshy. Needless to say I did a lot of touching, and riding. It was some good sex. After I go clean myself and go grab my underwear, I put on my panties and go for my bra and he asks me what am I doing. I tell him I am putting my clothes on, and he asks me where am I going. I tell him I have to wake up early tomorrow so I am going home. He insist that I stay and that he make me breakfast in the morning. I giggle at this and lay down.

He cuddled me alllllllllll night until my alarm went off at 9 a.m. I had to meet my friend from DC at 11. He tells me he doesn't want me to get up yet. I text my friend letting him know I will be there at around 1 instead. Zouk instructor and I get straight to business- some good old morning sex.

The best morning sex I have ever had.

He asks me what I want for breakfast and I tell him not to worry about it.

We lay down a little while longer and he gets up and insist that he make me breakfast... in his underwear.

I am very comfortable in my body so I wear my sheer shirt and my panties to breakfast.

He made me oatmeal and eggs with vegetables. We sat on the bar stool and ate right out of the pots because there were no plates lol. We spoke about each others relationship history, he was with a girl for 10 years and broke up last year. She moved on but it was his fault. I explained to him my situation with the ex fiance. We spoke about politics and war with a few jokes in between. It was a great morning. We then showered together and he told me I look like an elf.

I wasn't impressed with this and he told me its a good thing, it means I am cute. UMMM NO!

None the less we get dressed and go our separate ways. He left to Holland that night.