Anywayz, Trace is really rich and for graduation, her parents gave her $20,000 to buy herself a car� for a while, she was trying to figure out what to get and last week she finally decided to lease a BMW so this trip was kind of her way of showing off, plus it was our (Amber and I) first trip in her car hence a kind of a celebration date.
So we had planned to meet up in front of the bookstore at 7:30pm and as usual both Amber and Trace were late. So there I was looking cute in my tan newsboy hat, red peasant top, tan pants, dark brown belt with a favorite buckle and my new nude shoes from Chinese laundry, conjuring plans to kill both Amber and Trace when this FOINE guy stood next to me. Now did I say he was FOINE?!?! He was tall, I say 6�3, Latin (I�ve been looking to add some sizzle to my life), nicely built and just plain gorgeous. Did I mention sexy? I�ll say he was a combination of Enrique Iglesias and Benicio Del Toro� to be more specific, about 7/10 Enrique and 3/10 Benicio. Just enough Benicio to eliminate the gayness factor in Enrique.
A smile crept on my face as I imagined myself in rather compromising positions with his dude and after a while I felt him staring at me. So I looked at him and gave him an inquisitive look. He kept staring. Gorgeous eyes. I looked at him again and said,
�Excuse me?�
�Yeah?�
�Why are you staring at me?�
He chuckled. �I noticed you have such a beautiful smile, I couldn�t take my eyes off it.� I blushed as much as a dark skinned girl could blush. �Although if I wanna be honest, it was really your butt that caught my attention.�
Can you imagine that? Remember TLC�s �Digging on you� and the lyric ��monkey lines are now in season?� I finally get it. If some ugly guy had said that to me, I would have been offended but this epitome of male exquisiteness really could do no wrong. So my response was a simple �Thank you.�
We ended up talking while I waited for Trace�s late behind and for once I was grateful for it. His name�s Juan Ortiz (how sexy is that?), he�s 27 (nice age), works at a local law firm, and he �would like to see (me) again.� My type of man.
So on Monday, he called me. We spent about 2 hours on the phone talking about nothing and everything. We flirted, we laughed, we agreed and we disagreed and for the first time in a long time, I felt that connection with another person. To be honest, I couldn�t really relay our conversation to you. All I can say is that he made me HOT. We made a date for Friday evening. I can tell you right now that I was sailing on a high for the rest of the week. He called on Thursday to solidify our plans -we were going to a chic restaurant downtown (at last, not another Mr. Scrooge) and going dancing afterwards.
On Friday I made sure I looked good -I wore a similar dress to Sarah Jessica Parker�s at the Oscars. He showed up looking cute in a lovely sports coat, a black shirt and nice black slacks � no thuggish Sean John crap here.
We got to the restaurant - beautiful atmosphere, beautiful people, I was on cloud nine. We ordered dinner and just talked. The whole time I was just imagining his hands on me, his lips on mine, his hips on � you get the picture. For real, his lips were just so juicy and begging to be felt and I�m sure he must have known this because he sure loved to lick them. For the first time I think I can say that I experienced true animal magnetism because when he reached across the table and touched my hand, I literally felt some electricity. Trace says that it probably was just static electricity but I choose to think different �she�s just a hater.
After dinner he took me to this Latin club he frequented or so it appeared �cos everyone seemed to know his name. He taught me how to merengue � as much as one can learn in one night and when he held me close I didn�t want to let go� before I knew it, my lips were on his, his lips on my neck, my tongue in his� need I say more?
As we left the club, he looked sad and said that he wished the night didn�t have to end. The phrase, �you only live once� kept popping into my head so I said that it didn�t have to. He suggested his place so we could �chill and talk some more.� Hey, I�m not a dummy but I could tell that Juan was too hot to let slip through my fingers so I agreed. We went to his apartment, turned on the T.V, had some more wine and you know, some more making out, when I noticed that he was fumbling with his zipper. That woke me up.
�Hey, Juan, I think we need to stop.� I pushed him off me and sat up straight,
�Why?� He was kissing my face. �I can see you�re having a good time.�
�Yeah I am, but keep your pants on.�
�Oh, you want to take it slow?� His hands were still all over me.
I took his hands off me. �You could say that.�
He laughed, �I understand that, but there�s no reason. We are both adults and I�m clean if that�s what you�re worried about. I know you want me so come on let�s just do this.�
I got up. �No one is doing anything.�
He sat up straight. �Oh, you don�t do anything on the first date. You�re one of those. No problem. I just wish you didn�t lead me on.�
I sat back down. �I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to.� I guess it could be construed that I kinda, sorta did.
He pulled me close to him and held me. �Don�t worry about it. I can tell that when we finally get it on it�s gonna be fantastic.� He smiled. �I�m going to have to take a cold shower. Join me?� I rolled my eyes. He laughed. �It�s just that I find you so sexy. So when do you think you�re going to be ready?�
�When there�s a ring on my finger.� His body tensed.
I could tell from his look that that wasn't what he was expecting to hear.. �Don�t tell me you�re a virgin.�
�I�m not. I�m just celibate.�
All I can say is the whole date went downhill from there. He hardly spoke to me on the ride home and I seriously doubt I am going to hear from him again. MEN.
Femi, Sunday Jun 30, 2001 6:30pm
