Sunday, August 15, 2004

Boy, did I have fun! (part one)

Lately I find myself having so much fun it’s really hard to have a starting point. I am the sort of thrill seeker who likes to keep things in balance. The truth is that I went into Kana a couple of weeks back. I had been there with my dear Turca the night before. I realized there and then that I needed to go back on my own. I did so the very next night. To make a long story short something happened that threw my entire world into whack. That is, to say the least, in a very positive way. Well, that may be the case of me even when things don’t seem to go my way. I was there in the middle of it all and all of a sudden this girl who was sitting by the bar stood up and marched right up to me. It was Dalida.
I had met Dalida somewhere last year in a night in Kana. She cried in my arms over some jerk she calls her boyfriend. I went into this whole sermon of how we select people at the expense of ourselves until I realized that I was at the moment in a relationship where I felt as the underdog. So in finishing my relationship with Carolina I bore in mind the little prep talk I infused in Dalida. She gave me her number that night. We lost track after two fruitless phone conversations. Luckily, she recognized me. I persuaded Jorge to play some of the stuff she wanted. Jorge is possibly the one of the worst DJ’s around. He doesn’t take suggestions, he plays senseless stuff. It’s just frustrating.
As I walked back and forth, I came to a standstill. What I saw next really took my breath away.
I have met quite a few girls throughout my years in the nightlife. Kana is a place where I met some of them. As a matter of fact, I met Eda, my Turca, there too. That night I had escaped from the suffocating arms of Carolina. We had an argument and I ended up going to Kana. I must say, however, that none of them has had an impact on me as defined and long as the one Claudia had. I saw her surrounded with friends and decided that she was the most beautiful among all the beauties that night. I chose her and I danced with her all night. She gave me her number. The relationship went sour after we went out another time. That only night we had we saw Willy Colon. Tonight I saw her. The funny thing is that I think I was a bit pushy in our very brief relationship. I left her a message playing a whole song at one point and to top it off, it was four something in the morning.

...to be continued.

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