Datin' ain't easy.

This is the second part to a series I like to call "WTF?". Part 1 can be found here.

Right after we hung up, I kept thinking that there was no way I had that type of connection with someone I had just met. I also thought -because I'm one of those glass half empty kinda people- that the plans we had to see each other the following night were most likely not going to happen.

It was kind of a (nice) surprise to wake up the next morning with a text that read "Good morning babe... Hope you had a good night sweety". Hmm... It had been a while since I had gotten one of those. So I answered something along the lines of "have a good day at work" and got back a "Text me throughout the day, k?" I didn't, of course. Instead, he decided to take it upon himself to call me on all his smoke breaks (which were MANY, btw) to make sure we were still on for that night and to inform me that although he didn't have a car at the moment (his was getting fixed) he was thinking of renting a car to come see me. I told him not to worry and that we could postpone until he had his but he wouldn't budge. He ended up borrowing a car from a friend of his, not without telling me a million times that it wasn't a nice car and that he could rent a nicer one if I wanted. I didn't want a nicer car. I don't care. Seriously. I'm not into the whole I-have-nothing-going-for-me-therefore-I-have-to-drive-a-flashy-car mentality.

I told him to pick me up at around 8pm which, of course, meant I wouldn't be ready until around 8:15pm. Punctuality is NOT one of my stronger points. He was outside my door at 7:59pm. I was still wearing jeans and my bra and doing my makeup when he called to ask me if I could go outside to meet him and then he would come inside to say hi to the fam. When we spoke on the phone earlier he said he wanted to meet my parents so they wouldn't worry about me. He also asked if I could teach him how to say "Your daughter is in good hands" in Spanish so he could say that to my mom. I told him my mom speaks English and he said "I know, but it will make her like me more." Aww. So I went outside to see him face to face for the first time (remember I had only seen pictures of him with longer hair and sunglasses and wasn't sure if he was cute or not) and... Oh. My. God. Can we say hot?! He was even better in person. Seriously, the pictures I had seen didn't make him any justice. He was tall (10 points), with light skin and dark hair (10 points), LONG, dark eyelashes (10 points), strong, dark eyebrows (10 points) and a body that didn't scream Gym Rat but didn't scream Couch Potato either. In fact, I think his body screamed I-enjoy-beer-on-the-regs-but-try-to-look-nice-for-the-ladies. I'm assuming he liked what he saw too because he said "Wow" more than once.

He finally came inside and said hi to my stepdad and engaged in a bit of awkward small talk with him. My younger brother also came out of his bedroom to say "Hey man". My dog was all over him licking his face and wanting to play fetch with him. And then my mom came out. She gave him the once over and winked at me. Which I took as a good sign. After a brief awkward silence I decided it was time to head out. I immediately got a one-word text from my mom: "Cute". I laughed out loud and we were on our way to the beach close to my house. Once we got there we went to this little restaurant/bar right in front of the ocean and had a couple of drinks and nachos. He was right, I didn't get carded. After that, we sat down on the beach to talk. After a while he said "Close your eyes." I did and he kissed me. It was a great kiss. He asked when was the last time someone kissed me like that and I kissed him again instead of answering. We talked for a bit more and then decided to go to downtown Ft Lauderdale to check out the scene.

We walked around downtown for a long time just taking in the scene. Lots of douches and douchettes were out that night. And he made it a point to tell me how trashy he thought most girls looked (it was a warm night so lots of girls were wearing the skimpiest outfits they could manage) with their boobs and asses showing everywhere. After much walking around we finally decided on going to a fun looking club. It was an open area, a sort of backyard with good music. There, the PDA was in full display. We kissed and hugged and he wouldn't let me go anywhere without him holding my hand. It was quite cute actually. Wherever I went, his eyes would follow. He didn't want to leave me out of his sight for a second. And if he was walking ahead of me, he would hold his hand out behind him so I could hold it.

After the club we headed to the parking lot where a large black man came to where we were. I honestly thought he was the parking lot guy who was gonna ask us to pay extra because we stayed longer than an hour. But no. This random guy started telling us some convoluted story about how his dealer friend had told him to meet him there to pay for some coke he had sold him and how the friend hadn't showed up. He also said that "he used to shoot up" and showed us the track marks along his arms to prove it. The guy's story turned a bit more macabre when he started telling us how he was very well connected with the Colombian mafia in Miami and how "no one fucks with the Colombians because they will off you. They don't care." He said (with a very scary look in his eyes) that if anyone, for whatever reason, made him mad all he had to was call his Colombian friends and they would "take care of the punk". This really made me scared and I instinctively took a couple steps back while thinking not to make any sudden moves because WHO KNOWS what he would do. I also remembered that I had no cash on me to give him and maybe that would make him mad. He mentioned he had a knife and I nearly lost it so without even thinking about it, I reached out for Israel's hand and held it really tight. He let go for a second to look for cash in his pocket and then instinctively reached out for my hand. After he gave some money to the "well connected" man, he left and Israel said "I'm so sorry baby. I know you got really scared. I could tell by the way you held my hand." That was very cute but I was still shaken up about it and he told me that he wouldn't let anything happen to me.

He drove me home and said he would love to see me again and he would call me as soon as he got home to let me know he got there safe (I was worried because his tire was kinda flat). He actually called me while he was on his way home and he kept telling me about the great time he had and said (again) that he wanted to see me again.


Good Lord! I had no idea this post had gotten so long. Tomorrow will be part 3. It includes lots of overanalyzing and waiting by the phone. If you made it to this part, congrats. You deserve a Wii for Christmas.