Miami (Part 2 of 2), TMI

Despite my debilitating handicap (can we say I hate Mother Nature), I tried to make the most of my trip. I still partied, still had plenty to drink, still flirted (with what guys were there) and overall had an ok time. I thought Miami would be packed with hot people everywhere…I was slightly disappointed. The beaches, bars & clubs were damn near empty…oh well, maybe in the spring or summer of next year.

So after you spend 3 days and 3 nights with someone, you learn a lot…a whole lot. I’ve come to some conclusions about Brian and our friendship.

5. Ass grabs mean nothing, I guess it’s a guy thing…or maybe he wanted to see my reaction, whatever the case, it’s like a football player smacking his teammate on the butt after a good play…

4. You really can go on a trip with someone of the opposite sex, sleep in the same room, almost see each other naked and not do anything…

3. There is such a thing as too much information (TMI). There were things we talked about, that I wish I didn’t know and on my end, I wish I didn’t reveal…long story…

2. We will be good traveling buddies.

1. We are just friends…

Miami (Part 1 of 2)

So the first night we get there, Brian & I are ready to get the party started. We shower & head out for a night out on the town. The verdict on the nightlife is still out. We obviously kept comparing everything to DC, better music, better places, sexier people…maybe Friday would be better. None the less, we drank, had a good time, and headed back to the room…

So, when I drink, or rather when I’m drunk, all I want to do is go to bed. I get in the room (slightly horny, really drunk), take my clothes off (in front of Brian) and put my shirt on. I can feel him watching me, I want him to get in the bed with me; I lay there frustrated, horny, and drunk. I think about getting in his bed, but I fall asleep.

The next day, I didn’t bring up my frustrations. The day seemed optimistic, then the worst thing that could possibly happen, happened! Mother Nature’s a b****. Life sucks the rest of the weekend.

Some people found it quite funny. Mr. Henry calls me.

Mr. Henry: Are you in Miami?

Me: Yes

Mr. Henry: I forgot that was this weekend, so did you do it?

Me: No

Mr. Henry: Why not?

Me: Last night I was too drunk, today Mother Nature happened.

(Brian laughs at me)

Mr. Henry: You have options…..

Me: You’re nasty

Brian: What did they say (I tell him)

Brian: Ha, I like their style, is that a guy or a girl

Me: A guy

Miami Here I Come...

Eight hours to Miami!!! I'm so excited, scared, curious? So many thoughts are going through my mind. Will Brian & I have a great time? Will I meet other guys? Will Brian and I end up in the same bed? Is he going to try to bring girls back to the room?

We've been sending each other text messages back and forth for the last few days about the trip. Funny thing is, if I were going with "Chuck" (best male friend from college), it wouldn't be a big deal...and Chuck and I have done quite a bit!!! But with Brian, I feel differently. I know we are "just friends", but he sends me too many mixed signals, (i.e grabbing my ass), so now I'm not sure what could happen. Not to mention the fact that before Island Prince, I thought Brian was hot & sexy.

But I stand firm in my decision to try really, really, really, really hard to be a good girl!

My Date With the Old Man

If only Benjamin were 25 years younger, we could have great fun together. The fact that he's on the verge of drinking prune juice through a feeding tube and is only a few years away from sponge baths, is really bothering me. I try to look past the age factor but I can't. He doesn't look that old, which helps. His mannerisms however, are quite different from mine. I will say this though, we like a lot of the same things.

We both are passionate about music and dancing. He's a great salsa dancer. He plays drums for fun. He likes to travel. He enjoys life. He's generally happy 95% of the time we talk. He's always down to try something new. He exercises a lot.

But the 800 lb gorilla in the room is definitely our age difference.

Tonight we went out to continue his “pre-birthday” celebration and had a great time.

We went to my favorite lounge, which was sort of a mistake on my part. I like the guys that go there and I think this waiter that works there is gorgeous. Every time I go there I shamelessly feel him up and tell him just how sexy I think he is. I couldn’t do that tonight! I did stare him down a couple of times…

Other than that, the old man and I had fun. The live music was great; also I was proud of myself. I didn’t look at the other younger hot guys as much. I tried to focus on Benjamin as much as possible; I even told the bartender it was his birthday and had cupcakes with candles bought out. He blew out all three with the help from the girl next to us who sat in his lap, which he thoroughly enjoyed!!!

At the end of the night, he took me home and gave me a kiss. He did not leave a trail of slobber like D.J. It wasn’t bad at all…if only he were 25 years younger…

Bad Kisser

I don't like DJ (the guy from Spain) anymore. I went out on a date with him last night; the venue dinner and salsa dancing. There were so many things about the date that bothered me, I don't know where to begin. Before I lambaste him, in his defense, he's a really nice guy, really nice. And he's cute. Here are the problems in no particular order.

1. He has the eating habits of an untrained dog - There's something about table manners & eating inappropriately...uhhh...can we say turn off!!! DJ ordered flank steak. The steak pretty much came cut-up, except for a large piece he happened to grab with his fork. Rather than using his knife to cut it into a smaller, more chewer friendly portion, he put the steak in his mouth (half of it out) and leaned over his plate and chewed it. I wanted to grab the huge chunk hanging from his mouth and slap him with it.

2. When we first met he told me he wanted to go salsa dancing - He failed to mention that he doesn't know how to salsa dance. Before we get there he asks me if I am going to teach him. I thought he was teasing me...but nope. The guy from Spain does not salsa dance. Nor does he listen to Spanish or Latin music. In fact he said all he listens to is rap. How in the hell are we supposed to salsa??? We get to the salsa club and I try to teach him, but I can't, it’s too hard with such a novice as himself. I watch the other salsaleros & salsaleras with envy. I was a bit disappointed in him. I'm definitely no pro, but I do know some sexy moves.

3. He's a bad kisser - I try not to compare guys, but the last person I kissed before DJ was Island Prince. Island Prince definitely knew how, when & where to kiss. DJ left a trail of slobber on my bottom lip.

Wait there's more. He started calling me "baby". Yesterday & today he answered my calls with "Hi baby". Yesterday, he told me he missed me. We just saw each other 8 hours before that call!!! Tonight he asked to see me tomorrow, and I told him I couldn't. I told him Wednesday was better for me. He asked me why we couldn't see each other. I really wanted to say, "Because I said so fool!” But I didn't. I told him I was busy tomorrow and Wednesday was best for me.

Aside from bad table manners, being one dimensional, and leaving a trail of slobber on my face, he's a really nice guy.

The Agreement

I know the rules or the unspoken rules. It’s often the topic of many conversations. Invite someone over after the club, or bar at 3am, they are most likely expecting a “night cap”. I get it. Well last night, I wanted to end my great night with company sans the night cap.

Last night I went to a local lounge with a lot of friends. D.J. met me there. We danced together the rest of the night. At the end of the night, he still wanted to hang out. I told him to call me at 2:30.

He was prompt. I laid down a couple of rules.



Me: You can come over but no sex

D.J.: What?

Me: I don’t want to have sex tonight. I’ll say it in Spanish… no sexo. Comprendo?

D.J.: Uh, ok.


When he got to my place, I told him the rules again. I know it was cruel. But, I just wanted company. I put on a movie, got him a drink, got my blanket and fell asleep in his lap.

In the morning I woke up in my bed…fully clothe. I went to the living room; there was D.J., on the couch, fully clothe. I got him a blanket and pillow.



Me: Why didn’t you sleep in the bed with me?

D.J.: I wanted to be a good boy

Me: Awe, thank you. I’m so proud of you

Slow Start to Weekend

Tonight and last night was pretty dull. Yesterday I talked to Island Prince. It was hard because the connection was pretty bad. The conversation was extremely basic. I got off the phone excited that he called, but at the same time I wanted to ask him about his Baby’s mama…but I didn’t. I’m not going to see him again. We had fun while he was here…that’s it.

I also talked to Brian. I invited him to meet me & some friends at a local lounge. When I got there the line was extremely long, so I called Brian. He didn’t call me back until I was almost home. To me he was acting a little flaky. I kept trying to see what he was going to do since there was no way I planned on staying in line. He kept saying he was looking for his frat brothers who were in town for the weekend. After I got off the phone with him, he sends me a text, saying I should meet him. Why in the hell didn’t he say that when we were on the phone? I didn’t respond.

I talked to Mr. Henry briefly. About nothing really, sometimes I just like hearing his voice before I go to bed. It’s extremely deep, and the later it gets the deeper it gets. Sometimes it’s relaxing.

After I got off the phone I sent a few text messages and fell asleep. I woke up to 2 missed calls and texts from Brian and Chris.


Tonight

Chris (the guy I met awhile ago & sort of stood up) has been out of town for work. He told me he was getting back this evening and we should hang out. I guess he wasn’t bitter about me canceling our date awhile ago….or was he? We made plans to meet up after his nap, but he hasn’t called or sent me a text. I’m cool. I had a lot of stuff to take care of today anyways.

DJ called and said he will be in town tomorrow and wants to hang out. I’ll see. He’s a lot of work. I have to decipher everything he’s trying to say; my Spanish is not that good.

One Week to Miami

One week from today I will be in Miami baby!!! I'm so excited. I need this...bad. I'm also nervous about "accidentally" hooking up with Brian. Now that Island Prince is gone, I've been thinking about Brian more and more. I know, horrible right. I pushed everyone to the left for Island Prince. But if you seen Island Prince, you would have too!

So anyways, Brian and I talked about our trip to Miami. We kind of laid out some ground rules, i.e. you go to their room, don't bring anyone back to our room.

I told Mr. Henry about the trip and about Brian awhile ago. Big mistake, but I like to be honest with him. I like that about our relationship. He swears up and down that Brian and I are going to do the wild thing. He threw it up in my face a couple of times too. I assured him I didn't plan on it. He was like, "but you want to".

That may be true, but, I need to try to keep Brian in the "Just Friend's No Benefits" box. This will be hard though. He's sexy in a smart bad boy sort of way. Aside from his tattoos, nipple ring, and hard body, he rides a motorcycle. Classic sexiness. And he is smart, which is extremely sexy to me.

I'm going to try, really really hard, to keep my hands to myself, and to stay in my bed. I can't say the same for him, because well......I am hot and sexy!!!

My Little Silver Book

About every other month, I go through my little silver book (it's the new black), in this case my cell phone, and clean it out. I delete numbers of guys I don't want to talk to anymore, or who haven't called, or I haven't called. I re-read text messages, (the drunk one's I send are always the funniest) and delete them or save them for s&g (sh**ts and giggles) later. Last night was one of those nights. Latino Papi Alex's text prompted me to do that.


Latino Papi: You still mad at me Mami?


I didn't respond, just like I didn't respond to the one he sent Monday morning. I'm not mad. I just don't have time. I'm tired of getting cramps in my fingers from texting him. If he really wants to apologize, he should call. Other's among the deleted include:

Ivan - The guy from Kenya with the British Accent. We never really talked, and to be quite honest, I wasn't really interested

Terry - Horrible. At everything. I thought I deleted his already, but I must have forgotten

Island Prince John - As much as I don't want to, I deleted all of the numbers he called me from as well as his text messages. I doubt his cell number he had while he was here will work there anyways. I have his e-mail address just in case of an emergency! I have plenty of pictures to remember the sexy times we had

Chris - We had a good time. We tried to set something up last week, but never followed up. Then there was the time I cancelled on him. I deleted his number, not his text messages...for now anyways

Some Randoms - Guys I don't remember meeting, probably met when I had beer goggles on, and never called, because...I don't remember them


I probably should have deleted more than that, but for now, I'll keep the others around.

Sort of Stood Up

Last night I was extremely tired. Too tired to really hang out and too tired to entertain the thought of company. D.J. called me a million times. I didn't answer the phone. I was supposed to hang out with him on Saturday after I got back from New York, but I never called him.

Latino Papi Alex sent me a few texts about hanging out. I finally obliged him. We set-up a time and location. An hour before we were supposed to meet, I sent him a text to confirm everything. Secretly, I was hoping he would cancel. I didn't want to be the one to do it again. He never responded to my text. I sent him another one about half an hour later saying I hadn't heard from him, so I'm going to call it a night.

This morning the bastard sent me a text saying he lost his phone...(I didn't respond) that was the same thing I was going to tell D.J.

I guess, I'll be honest with D.J.

I just won't say anything.