3 years ago, on October 31st I became single, after a 9-month toxic relationship. You know about that if you read my previous columns. Zozo and I decided to go out and dress up a bit on Halloween. She went as a Playboy Bunny and I went as Minnie Mouse. We found a party to go to in a latin bar and decided to have fun.
I didn’t know if being single that day was a curse or a blessing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be single as I’m not confronted to a stupid man I’m killing my time with. But, on the other hand, I obviously miss dating a guy.
For some reason, that night we met a bunch of guys, and we were okay with that, as we like to observe people. HAHA! First off, we started the night at a bar we didn’t know. As we were dressed up, we got free shots. That was pretty cool and the bartender did look cute (even though it is hard to tell as he had the joker makeup all over his face, so maybe he could have been an ugly beast, once make up removed!). The party there wasn’t our jam, the people were much older, and we kind off got stalked by some drunken dude. We decided to move to that Halloween party in Cuba Bella, our local latin club across the street.
We were dancing in the middle of the dancefloor, all by ourselves, without being interrupted by anyone, until Zozo got to talk to a guy who wanted to dance with her. She had met hem previously and promised to dance with him “next time”, and I guess “next time” was this time. His friend asked me to dance, and I couldn’t say no because Zozo was dancing and it would be awkward if I said no. Even though the guy wasn’t my thing, and he was walking around in a tank top; yes, a freaking TANK TOP! Oh my lord, please! Once we started to dance, I really felt bad, I didn’t feel comfortable with him. It really annoyed me. Because, let’s face it, Mr. Tank Top wasn’t the ideal dance partner. This song couldn’t come to an end, and I was fully ignoring the guy I was dancing with. Awkward level 1555! Finally! We were done! ‘Come Zozo, let’s see what the other side of the bar has to offer.’ And off we went!
We sat in front of the bar were Italian tourists were standing too. For some reason, there was a tiny, chubby, blond Italian guy who thought I was pretty with my Minnie Mouse ears. So unfortunate I don’t fall for tiny, chubby and blond Italian men. So, I crossed him off my list. His friend had a thing for Zozo and asked us if we wanted to drink something, but we didn’t want to. To joke I told him the guy I was chitchatting with wanted to drink, and the Italian guy started to laugh and disappeared. 5 minutes later he came back with beer so, I said to the guy: “You should thank me for the drink, ’cause it’s because of me you got it!” We started to laugh, Zozo joined, his friends joined and we started to have a ‘group’ conversation.
I was totally not paying attention to his friend and I was totally not that friendly with him but for some reason, that guy told Zozo we had a connection! Exceezemewhat? A CONNECTION? WHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA! The best laugh I ever had. Let’s call him Mr. Rico, because that is the name he gave Zozo. Apparently Mr. Rico had a thing for me. I did not. He told me he was half Algerian, half Portuguese, after I told him I had Algerian roots. What a coincident, don’t you think? He did not speak Portuguese and he had a very Moroccan last name. Another coincident is that when I told him I live in Boho, he apparently lives in the most famous streets of Boho.
That’s why I don’t trust men that much anymore. Too many coincidences at once. He asked for my Facebook, I did not give him. He asked me how he could find me, I told him he would if it was meant to be. At this point, one month later, he still ain’t find me on that damned platform. It’s better like that. But Zozo, gave her number to his friend, which ended being a total disaster…
Each month I am going to tell you a piece of my singlehood story and my last relationship, that will lead us to where I am today. If you are interested in knowing more, stay tuned on my blog, because I will be posting an article each month to tell you more about it. I will not divulge any real names in it, if one day I use a name, I will make sure to change the name to another one, except if that person is okay with being named.
Until Next Time,
Love | Sarah K.