A long blog for a long night

When he spoke of his mother country there was pain in his voice. All the peoples suffering and lost hopes were lingering in his heart. He starred straight ahead as he spoke, as if reciting a poem to an audience. I watched his lips from the side, sitting on every word. He turned, put his hand on my cheek, and pressed his soft lips against mine. In that sweet romantic moment with a foreigner on my couch at 2:15 am I could only think one thing, "how did I get here?".

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Its Thursday. I just got home from work and was tired and hungry. 6:30pm Darci comes over. I decide I don't want to dress up tonight. I put on a long tan sweater and brown boots. 7:00pm We finish the wine from my night before. Totaling 1 glass each. I proceed to invent a new drink. 2 shots rum, 1 1/2 shots Amaretto, tom collins mix, and a splash of grenadine. Turns out to be a delicious martini that Darci named "the drunken bachlorette". After 2 of those we head to Keys on Main about 9:00pm. Upon arriving I am already feeling my drinks. I should have had dinner. Derrick met us at Keys. Derrick is a black man booty call of Darcis. He is miserable, whining like a little puss. "I don't want to hear piano players and old songs, I need music with a bass." Darci is latched on his arm like a bad habit. Being the third wheel I flag down a drunk chick that was alone at the bar. "Hey you, come sit here." Her name was Calloway Mckay, and due to her low cut shirt and rather large breasts I started calling her Boobs Mckay. Boobs and I went outside to have a smoke. There was a group of 5 cute guys. The only name I remember was Joe. Joe was wearing a plaid flannel shirt and a red beanie. He had a huge smile. The kind that make you have to smile back. We decided Keys was lame and we needed to dance. So the guys, Darci, Derrick, Boobs, and I all went to SandBar. There Joe got me a drink and we went to the dance floor. Joe, Boobs, and I danced like crazy and the empty dance floor started filling up. Darci came over. Arms crossed and pissed. She points into the crowd by the bar. Derrick was hitting on another girl. "Who cares" I said "your not dating. Have fun without him, there are a million guys here that would love to make out with a random cute girl tonight." She walked off, Joe went to the bathroom, and I lost Boobs. So I started walking to find Darci. I found Derrick instead. He pulled me aside to a quiet corner and we talked. I knew he was a player and got freaked out by her public displays of affection. Well fuck him. He doesn't deserve Darci. I went outside and found Boobs, she wanted to go to Gracies, another bar that does not have a DJ and is easier to talk to people in. I was walking to get my coat when a man grabbed my arm. He was beautiful. Dark hair that fell into his dark eyes, a gorgeous smile. "Miss, I love your boots." He shouted into my ear. "My boots? Why I am the most boringly dressed girl in here." I moved out of the isle, we were now pressed against a pillar trying to have a conversation. His name was Roberto and he was from El Salvador, only here for the Outdoor Retailer convention. My mind got back on track. I told him I was leaving and going to a better bar. A quieter one. He wanted to come along. I cant say no to that face with freckles on the nose. Darci, Boobs, Roberto, and I make it 1/2 a block to Gracies. I find Joe and the Guys sitting at a table. I leave boobs with them, and go upstairs. We find Derrick sitting alone at the bar. Darci goes to him. Roberto and I sit in a booth to talk. Darci comes over and says Derrick is taking her home. That's it, no hooking up, just an escort home safe. She will have to tell you how the night ended. It involves being stranded at a Betos while Derrick ate and babysat Boobs McKay. We sat and talked until the lights came on. " I have to get home." I said. Roberto said he would walk me home. I told him he could, but that was it, just walking. We got to my building and I was on the phone with Darci, he stood at my door not moving until I motioned for him to follow. I wanted to say goodbye, but couldn't on the phone. So I logically invited him in. I gave him a tour and we sat and talked on my couch. I asked him about El Salvador and now we are back where we started. He had to leave. I told him I didn't want to be a convention hook up and he said I was better than that. At the door he kissed me again. This time swaying his hips like he was doing a Latin dance. "I know we would have fun, but I have to go. You are not just a convention girl." He left.
Conclusion: Its good to go with the flow. What a good feeling he left me with. Boobs is crazy. Derrick is a jerkoff. Latin men are sexy. I love vodka collins.