Italian Dinner and Red Wine

Scarf is 1/4 Cuban and 3/4 Italian.

He had told me one day, in casual conversation, that he was having sauteed spinach for dinner.
He asked if he could make it for me one day.

I accepted.

I make my way to NJ where he lives with a bottle of the red wine he likes in hand.

I get to his apt, which is small (a studio) but beautiful. Very artsy, brick wall, high ceiling... the whole nine.

He gives me the grand tour, admits that his place doesn't usually look that clean, he only dusted and picked up because I was going over... He showed me some of his work, we popped open the bottle of wine and he started cooking while I doodled in his drawing pad.

On the menu:

• Some sort of Italian bread with olive oil and Parmesan cheese.
• An assortment of olives and mozzarella cheese.
• Sauteed spinach
• Asparagus
• Italian mashed potatoes
• Red Wine.

He thanked me endlessly for bringing the wine- he said no one has brought him wine in a WHILE. Shit, if this is all it took to impress him lol.

He set the table very nicely, I wanted to take a picture but my phone was in my purse and I didn't want to disturb the flow.

We had good talk during dinner, so much so- time flew by and we didn't get to watch the movie he rented.

He introduced the game of PENTE.

We played a few rounds of this game (it's funner then it sounds, I swear)... and got ready to go (I had a previous engagement).

On our way out he decides he needs to use the restroom so I sit on the stairs. On his way out he sat on a chair and we spent another hour talking, him on the chair and me on the stairs.

You could tell he is attracted but doesn't know how to go about making a move.

He drove me home in his new Audi S line... which he bought for his 40th birthday as a gift to himself.

Yes, you read right... 40.

The man is 40 years old but looks 28.

When he told me he was nervous... but understood that we had no obligations and it could be an issue.

THAT GIRL was in town for my cousins wedding. She had met Scarf the day she arrived at a Salsa club. Good times. He is in the people business so he knows how to get along with people. Shots of Patron going around all night, good times... Until she saw him talking too much to this other woman lol... Her face was priceless. Again, he is in the events business so he has to be social. There was nothing behind it, and if there was... OH WELL. Shit happens.

I had no way of getting to this wedding, it was in NJ. Scarf had offered to drive me and pick me up... I was suppose to be going with my dad but plans changed- my dad wasn't coming anymore, so I told Scarf to put on his suit- he was going to be my date. He gladly accepted.

I loved it, I didn't have to babysit him and the man made me look WONDERFUL on the dance floor :-D. We had people at our table asking us how many YEARS have we been dancing together... I've been dancing for two month and only look good when my leader dances well... Being the gentleman he is the entire time he would answer back "we haven't been dancing together that long but it's all her, she makes me look good on the dance floor- I wouldn't dance as well if I didn't have a good partner".

At the table he confessed that he doesn't know how to go about this situation, he likes me and is scared because it is risky. He doesn't know if I am at a point in my life where I want to be with someone. He enjoys me so much he doesn't care if this becomes nothing more then a friendship. Or else I think this is what he said, I don't know. I was drunk and trying really hard to not spill any oil from my food on my dress.

He was an excellent date. He danced with everybody, was very social, and took pictures of everything for me- I wasn't on camera duty. He would even take pictures of me dancing while HE was dancing with me lol.

We then went to a salsa club after, we brought That Girl with us. I danced every song while I was there... 3 of them with Scarf lol. When we walked out he finally did it. He built the courage to do it.

He kissed me.

I can't tell you if it was good or not- I was drinking alot- not enough to not remember this happening but enough to not remember the details. I don't remember it being horrible- if it was I think I would have remembered that.

Apparently he has been telling That Girl wonderful things about me. She approves of him.

Too bad the ex-fiance is still in my <3.

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.

Cap on Phone Calls at 25

I haven't felt much like blogging lately...

In my last post, my cousin THAT GIRL asked me why am I still talking to my Ex Fiance.

The Answer: The same reason she still talks to NOTtheOne and the same reason the majority of the female population talk to their ex's even though they know they shouldn't... I DON'T KNOW!

Which leads me to my next topic- I hung out with the Ex Fiance yesterday and it just reminded me of why I fell for him to begin with. It is a thing of comfort I suppose. I can be my true self with him and not worry about a thing. Inside jokes, passing gas, all that good stuff. If the guy wasn't such a damn liar. UGH. Needless to say- we held hands and kissed. It felt great.

You guys are probably wondering "what about Fitness? Poor thing". POOR THING NOTHING! He and I haven't been in the best of terms, not that that is any excuse...

BUT... the blog is called LET ME TELL YOU MY SIDE, because in this blog... my side is what matters.

As you get to know someone, their true colors come out. Fitness has a strong personality and so do I. When we disagree we have the ability to talk without raising our voice but he will not back down and then get's a little cold and somewhat of an attitude and then when I adress him about it he calms down and acts like he didn't have an attitude to begin with.

Keep in mind the following pionts before I tell you this story:

1. I live in the city, I take the train.


2. I check my voicemail about 3 times a month. (Text me if you want me to get back to you).


3. I rarely pick up the phone when I am at a table eating.


4. Fitness is a personal trainer, and each of his appointments start at _:00 on the dot.

Got that? Cool.

I went downtown to meet up with the Ex Fiance and have lunch. Fitness knows this. Didn't have a problem with it. When I get out of the train I see I have a voicemail. I don't check it.

The Ex Fiance and I are ordering a quick meal at Pax and I receive a phone call from my little sister and my best friend... We kind of give each other this look and I put my phone on silent. We sit down to eat...

When we are walking to the Macy's after lunch I remember that I had put my phone on silent. I take it out of my purse to put it on normal, and see I have a missed call from Fitness along with a text stating that he has called me twice. I send him a text back because I know he was at work saying "sorry, I was at lunch". I didn't call him back BECAUSE I KNOW HE WAS AT WORK.

I come home and as I am getting out of the train I get another text saying that he called me again, I can kind of tell he is a little bothered. I text him "I just got out of the train". I immediately get a call from a bothered Fitness.

His arguement, he called me three times and hasn't been able to contact me.

My arguement, I got one of those three phone calls because twice he called while I was on the train. He knows I don't check my voicemail so if he wanted me to call him back like he said in the voicemail he left he would have mentioned it in the text he left when he told me he called. I didn't call back because everytime I noticed it was already passed the whatever o clock, he could have been with a client. Usually he calls me when he has some free time. Plus, it was only 5 o clock. He got out of work at 9, he is getting pissed as if he hasn't spoken to me for an entire day, he would have received a call at 9 when I knew he got out of work.

At the end of the conversation he tells me to call him later. I tell him to call me when he gets home from work, once he finishes unwinding.

He says "I called you enough today"

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.