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.

Flip the Bill

Last week I was out celebrating my friends birthday. 10 Bad girls looking hot.

A friend of mine had my keys that I had left in his car the night before. He hands me my keys and introduces me to his friend- introduce Mexico (he is Mexican but doesn't look it).

I guess my friend had noticed his friend had some interest and had asked me to keep an eye on him while he went to go get more drinks. I found it kind of odd that a 25 year old man who wasn't tipping over drunk needed to be watched, I played along.

Mexico and I ended up talking for the majority of the night, and dancing, and tap kissed a few times towards the end. I know, I didn't even know the dude. Not very lady like of me and I can't even blame it on the alcohol... I was VERY SOBER.

We exchange numbers- and text a good amount the entire week. He tells me about this vegan restaurant (I am a vegeterian)... I'M DOWN. We make plans to go later in the week.

This happened yesterday.

The conversation was good...

The food was alright...

The bill came...

We both reached for it...

The fucker let me pay.

NOW please don't get me wrong... I don't mind paying every once in a while. BUT

1. It was our first time out. Do a little something to impress a girl.


2. HE invited me out...

I usually don't drink but we had time to kill until I had to leave and after what had just happened, I didn't have my girls to laugh about this with at the moment. I would go laugh in my head over a drink.

We went to a small restaurant in the Lower East Side called Oliva. We sat at the bar and each had 3 sangrias.

Time to pay the bill...

He says he has to go to the ATM...

The bartender tells me it is 29 dollars...

I'm thinking "ATM for 29 bucks and you didn't even pay for dinner?" Maybe he just needs tip money, I can give him tip money... I pull out my wallet and hand him a 20.

I ended up paying for half the drinks.

My older sister Pang says CUT HIM OFF.

I say he is taking me out on another date, and he will pay... and then I will cut him off.

Stern v. Free Spirit

Since I've been slacking on the blogging, I decided to blog randomly to make up for loss time.

You might not remember His Boys Girl...
(read about her in the highlighted link)

She's been very good to me ever since I met her. She had asked me how I was and I didn't answer, a few days later (yesterday) I sent her this email:

Hey His Boys Girl,

I know this email is RANDOM...I have some stuff on my mind. I've spoken to my girls about it but of coarse their opinion is going to be biased, even though they try to be as truthful as they can.

Obbbbvvvviioooussslllyyy this e-mail is about Fitness lol...I don't understand why I am having trouble with this. I know he and I cannot be together, our personalities don't mix. He is stern and serious, I am a free spirit and like to laugh- even at things that are serious... You have to find some humor in it (at least I do). In the end, this is the real reason behind all of our problems.

I felt I couldn't open my mouth without there being something wrong with what I said so eventually I stopped talking. That ended up being a problem as well. That's no way to live, when communication is fucked ITS FUCKED. Its weird because I'm not one to ever have a problem with communicating with someone. I actually pride myself in my ability to talk out a problem, maybe not at the exact moment but give me a few minutes and I'll be good.

I told him from the get that I wasn't ready for the downs that came with being with somebody. Usually I am a much stronger person when it comes to dealing with this but I knew I didn't give myself enough time. I've written and erased a few times looking for the right way to word this but I can't so here is a weak attempt: The thing I'm having a hard time dealing with isn't the fact that we aren't together. I understand the reasons why and the desire I had to work things out isn't there because I need to be with somebody who loves and accepts me... ALLLLL of me, and vice versa. I want to be able to grow and be able to make mistakes without being worried that I won't be forgiven if its not something major. Walking on eggshells isn't something I could get used to... But I won't deny that I loved him and it seems he is having a much easier time with this. For the most part I am okay until I get reminded...

Anyway, thanks for reading :), I hope your anniversary went well.

IMWIR

Duty Calls

When Fitness and I broke up I found myself talking to the Ex Fiance about it and he was surprisingly very supportive. I have never told him Fitness and I were an item but he wasn't stupid, it was unspoken knowledge.

When I told him Fitness said I was unstable he said "you aren't unstable, you are just delicate. It takes a special kind of guy to be with you IMWIR and that guy is ME!" I bursted into tears. Until this very moment I did not realize how dependant I was. Even through our break up, and me being with Fitness I still spoke to the Ex Fiance every other day about nothing, or something.

It's reminds me of the break dancer, I know I could always count on him to tell me the truth without being harsh- and laugh about the situation if need be.

I've been asked many times- especially by Fitness... WHY do I still keep in touch with the Ex Fiance.

Despite his downfalls, and the cause of the end of our relationship I was going to marry him for a reason. He will always be a friend of mine.

The Ex Fiance left to the Army on Sunday, the last two days before he left we made time to see each other and it was so easy to just sit and eat with him.

Saying good bye to him was hard. I cried, a few times while with him... I cried after seeing him... Even now, when I am alone I'll cry. I miss him. I guess you really don't know what you have until it is gone. I can no longer call him at random times when I am bored.

The break dancer tells me he thinks it is loneliness. The fact that Fitness and I are no longer together and then the Ex Fiance leaves. I do think that might play a part in why I am so sensitive BUT I don't think I would have missed him any less.

I've never really been good at good-bye's anyway.

Summers Gone By SO FAST

Starzgazr said it best- we have been slacking on our blogging... Well at least I have :-\





That's what the summer time does to me I suppose.





Another reason I have been slacking on my blogging is that I honestly don't like to blog when I am not happy and despite all the good things that have happened in the last month (stay tuned) I've had a hard time with

1. Feeling stuck due to the NYPD not hiring, it's the job I want and I have done everything in my power to make sure I got into the class that just passed and NOTHING. Thanks Bloomberg, I owe you one... No, really. psh. The only thing that has kept me positive is that the people who got in this class took the test in 2005. I took my test in 2006 so hopefully next class I AM IN.


2. Fitness and I are officially no longer together. This happened about 3 weeks ago. I am somewhat over it now lol but I don't know WHY I let the assholeish personalities get to me. He was so stern and set in his ways and not sympathetic, it reminded so much of El Difunto. Why is it that the two who are being assholes during the break ups are the ones I have a hard time getting over. It's a game I suppose and I had let them win.

Fitness and I are trying to remain friends now. He is a very distant friend. Whatever, in due time I guess. I promise I will blog about what happened another time.

I went SKYDIVING and it was one of the greatest rushes I have ever had. I never really considered myself much of a dare devil UNTIL I sky dived and listed all the things I have wanted to do in my life. Most of them are pretty risky compared to the people who surround me.

• Tattoo CHECK


• Lasik CHECK


• Sky Dive CHECK


• Boxed CHECK


• Attempted to join the military CHECK


• Semi nude pics CHECK

Ummmm okay, maybe I haven't done too much that would be considered risky.

Semi Nude pics. Please keep in mind I had a very amature photographer, I plan on doing another shoot in Sept. with a professional photographer... This photo is not one of the best ones but it didn't have my face in it, so it's the one I chose to put in here... It hasn't been edited at all except for the censored sign I have placed there myself lol.

THIS WAS A SHOT TAKEN WHILE I WAS GETTING READY FOR ANOTHER SHOT

I've been beach bumming it and just enjoying the summer. Dancing lots of salsa and putting all my bathing suits to use!

Later Bloggers!

Rain Against the Windshield & Soft Hands on My Feet

Before I even begin the real blog...

I've been having these dreams with babies. Usually my baby. Is this my maternal clock ticking? I'm only 25!!

Moving on.

When I was in college I met this guy who every time I would pass by him he would call me Twinkle because of my eyes (introduce Twinkle). Cheesy I know. We didn't know each others name for a while, I would just call him Twinkle back.

We would chit chat in the hallway every so often. We ended up having a class together and ended up exchanging info through there, originally for school purposes.

When the semester was over he asked me out on a date. We went out, he was a gentleman but nothing was really there for me.

I learned it was a different story for him.

Looking through my phone book I was erasing numbers of people I didn't really talk to (I was bored). I saw his name and wondered how he was. We hadn't spoken in about 3 years. He was pleasantly surprised to hear from me, he is now an NYPD officer- loves his job, and is still in the military (now reserves) and has a tour in Iraq in 2010. He asked me if we could hang out...

I wouldn't be writing this blog if I didn't agree.

I get dressed thinking this is a casual meeting. He comes to pick me up in jeans, a button down, a blazer, and shoes. This has NEVER happened to me. I complimented him and asked him for 5 more minutes for me to slip into something a little more formal.

I take the huge flower arrangement he has in his hands for me (note: I've been seeing Fitness since January and have yet to receive flowers- and he knows I like them). He then hands me a Entenmanns pound cake and tells me "that's for your mother"... LMFAO. Yes, I laughed in his face but he laughed too, obviously he did it to be funny. We have pound cake in my house if anyone is craving some. Thanks Twinkle.

It is raining out so his original plans went to shit. We are sitting in his car, he knows I'm not big on drinking but asks me if I want to go to a wine bar to kill some time until dinner time arrives. As I've gotten older, I need to do what adults do if I want to find myself a MAN. We are out to the wine bar.

I don't know shit about wine and I do not have a true appreciation for it. I don't enjoy it, but I know I can tolerate dessert wine. He orders a glass of the same wine for us both, and we start drinking. We had two glasses each, needless to say- I was a little "happy".

We stop by a radio shack to pick up a cord to connect the ipod to his car so that we can listen to the kind of music I like.

Point Gainers:

1. Flowers check
   
2. Pound cake for mom check
3. Ordering the kind of wine I drink check
4. Opening doors check
5. My music check check check (I mean I would have been fine without it, it wasn't like we were on a road trip)
   

He reads erotic literature and has a lot of insight in what to do right to make a woman happy. I read a passage from one of those things he reads online and I swear it should be a MUST read for all men with no clue.

We get to 79th and Park and he asks me if I mind if we stop by this building he used to work in as a door man when he was younger. I don't mind, we go in and he starts talking to the workers in the most correct Spanish. Very Argentinian (he is Puerto Rican). They all compliment the pretty lady he is with (that would be me :-D ). We make our way further into the building and stop by an elevator to say hello to the operator. I notice its a manual elevator, where the operator has to close the door himself. They notice I keep looking at the elevator and they let me operate it!

Hello, my name is In My World I Rock and I am your elevator operator.

Add that to my resume. Able to operate an elevator built in 1929.

We get to the restaurant and have to wait 15 minutes for our table. While we wait I compliment him on his choice of restaurant- the dim lighting made it very romantic. We start reading an article on the wall that was in the newspaper about the restaurant and its a VEGETARIAN restaurant.

Holy shit he remembered from 3 years ago! Add that to the cool points.
Candle 79 on 79th street in Manhattan for any vegetarians looking for a nice restaurant.

After a huge meal (apps, salads, entrees, wine, and dessert which I hardly ate) we are off to do some dancing. Man does he know me. Flowers, Vegetarian food, and dancing. YES!

We danced for about an hour and then headed off to a bar to meet up with my little sister.

He has a foot fetish and thinks I have nice feet. We were in his car after the bar, he started to rub my feet. The sound of the rain against his windshield and the soft hands on my feet put me in a very tranquil place...

Then he sucked my toes.

You make of that what you want. I can't knock a guy, some guy like breasts, others like legs, he likes toes.

It made for a good date. I had a good time, but that's as far as this is going.