6 posts tagged “ricky”

There comes a time in every girl's life when she gets a phone call from a friend who wants to know if [insert guy's name here] has a girlfriend and if she could have his number for [insert lame excuse here].  And at that time, you realize you really have no excuses not to give her the number, and you can only postpone it for so long by telling her you want to make sure it's okay to give out his number to someone else.

There comes a time when you watch the day go by and hold your breath while you wait for the verdict on the girl.

What?  That doesn't happen to every girl?

                               It must be my luck then.

Finally, after so long (but really, it was only a few hours), you find out that there was no chemistry, no "click".  You exhale.  And life becomes good again.  Sort of.

I've been waiting a long, long time for a moment like this.

It's one of those things that you can only fantasize about, but you know will never happen.

Meet Jean (pronounced like John).  I used to work with him.  I always thought he was cute but I never allowed myself to like him particularly because nothing would come out of it and I knew he was just way out of my league.  He's your typical 21-year-old.  He likes to go out, drink, party, hang out with Barbie doll look-alikes, etc.  As I am the girl that guys *always* see as that friend they can talk to about their relationships, sometimes he'd sit by my desk and we'd talk about his current girlfriend or love interest.  It was always nice, specially because I was usually alone in the office, or accompanied by a sixty-something, half-deaf lady.  But anyway, I was content with having some eye-candy every once in a while.

On to my story.

Last Friday I went out to the usual place, with Ricky and a few other friends.  After dancing a long and fun salsa set, someone taps me on the shoulder.  I turn around and there's Jean.  We say hi, I tell him I'm surprised to see him there since that's not the type of music he likes, etc. and introduce him to Ricky.  I keep dancing with Ricky and on another break, he comes up to me and says,

"I didn't know you could dance like that."

Score.  I felt like the ugly geek in the romantic comedy who gets a make-over at the end of the movie.  I just shrugged and smiled, told him we should definitely dance something later.  Apparently, that "later" meant "10 seconds later" to him, and I don't usually decline a dance invite, so I start dancing with him although I don't particularly like that music.  About 2 songs later, I tell him I'm going to take a break, he says he'll be back later for another dance.  Cool.

He came back about an hour later.  Asked me to teach him how to dance salsa (I don't know why guys always assume I can teach them?) and I started teaching him the basic step and he had fun.  I kind of brushed him off after a few and he asked me if he could dance a merengue with me, so I said sure.  He left, came back when a merengue was playing, and then just kind of... followed me and sat with me and my friends.

At this point I'm sure he was a little boozed, and although he wasn't trying to make a move on me yet, I could tell he kept wanting to carry out a conversation.  And then, out of nowhere, he says...

"I don't know how to tell you this.... I... I don't know why, but I find you really hot tonight."

What the hell?  Did Jean just call me 'hot'?  I had no come-back for that.  I don't think I've ever been called hot... I gave him a pat on the shoulder and said,

"I know why.  It's because you're drunk, Jean."

And I lol'ed inside as he told me that he wasn't drunk, and some other sweet-talk nonsense that I blocked out.  There he was, the hot guy who, had I liked him, would've never given me the time of day, suddenly wanted to make a move on me... and I wasn't interested.  I turned around and gave Ricky a "please-take-him-away-from-me" look, who laughed and got Mike to do the dirty job this time.

He who said that revenge is sweet, will be forever quoted for truth.

Show us your passion.

OMG really?!  Again?!?!  Time to get more creative with Vox Hunts... and more salsa videos!

Are you a good dancer or do you have two left feet?  What's your signature dance move?

I like to think I'm a pretty decent dancer.  But I'll let you decide!

So I had an interesting night yesterday.

First, the back story.  Several months ago, I met a guy, Mauricio, at salsa class who is friends with Ricky, my dance partner.  He had just separated from his wife, and in hopes of cheering him up, Ricky started taking him along when we went dancing on the weekends.  We became good friends, specially because he would frequently ask me for my point of view as a girl about his situation... but it was only that, a good friendship.  It's always been just that.

A few months after we met, his wife started going to the salsa classes under the excuse that she wanted to work things out with him.  The real reason was that she suspected he had something with someone from the class, and she wanted to know who it was.  That someone turned out to be me.  Go figure.

Now, this lady is psychotic.  She makes up stories of us being together when we haven't, and him meeting me in places I haven't even been at.  If she goes out to a restaurant with him, she automatically assumes he took me there too and asks which table in the restaurant we sat at.  If by any chance I happen to be in his general range of vision, she accuses him of staring at me.  He has told her countless times that we are just friends, and that even though one time he did try to make her jealous with me, he then later told her the whole truth... but she won't have any of it.

Now, fast forward to yesterday.  Ricky, Freddy, Mauricio and I had just gotten out of salsa class and were planning to go to dinner.  Ricky and Mauricio had come in their motorcycles so the rest of the guys from the class were admiring them and talking about them.  Mauricio went around the parking lot in the bike and I stood up in the middle of the way on his way back as if to make him stop, and then we stayed talking with Freddy while Ricky showed the rest of the guys his motorcycle.  All of a sudden, a silver truck shows up out of nowhere from the back of the parking lot.  It was this guy's whatever-she-is these days (they're together on and off or something).  She pulled up next to us and told him that she had seen what she wanted to see, and then she left... or so we thought.  She actually parked in the shopping center across from where we were, where she thought we couldn't see her, to watch us.  We then decided not to go to dinner to avoid any more trouble, so we left a few minutes later.  I thought she was going to follow him, see where he was headed to.

Instead, she decided to follow me.

I drove off and she took after me.  I made an unexpected right turn and lost her, but when I looked back a few minutes later, I saw a silver truck following me.  I thought, maybe it was a different truck.  To make sure, I made a right turn into a shopping center and went into Dunkin Donuts, but the truck kept going.  As I was inside, though, I saw the silver truck again around the parking lot of the shopping center.  I bought a donut and a drink, and took the little street next to DD that leads to my apartment.  And right before the entrance of the apartment complex, -you guessed it- the same silver truck was parked.  As I drove by, the truck took if in the opposite direction.  So she was following me.  But she had driven away.  I thought it was over.

But I was wrong.

I got home and realized I had forgotten to return some movies at the video store, so I decided I might as well go now before I settled in the house and wouldn't want to get out.  Grabbed the movies and went outside.  And as I was walking out to my car, the same silver truck drove by my side.  I looked inside and saw her and her daughter, with her unmistakable long blond hair.  I guess she wasn't expecting me to leave the house again and even less see her, because she dashed for the exit like she had just seen a ghost.  By the time I had reached the exit of my apartment complex, she was a good half a mile away.  I called Mauricio and told him about all this, and also mentioned that I'll be alerting the security guards of where I live that she's following me and not to let her in.  He agreed, and even told me he'd try to find out the tag number of her car.  It's one thing for her to be jealous and whatnot... but to follow me into my house and basically spy on me?  That's harassment and violation of my privacy!  The security guards told me that they'll be looking after my car in case she goes in without being noticed and tries to do something to it, and they'll call the police if something happens.  I plan to talk to her next time I see her, and let her know that besides the fact that I have nothing -and WANT NOTHING- with her husband, going into my house is just crossing the line and that I will call the cops if I find that she's following me.

Psychotic, I tell ya...

I just had an incredible night.  I've had ok nights, good ones, great ones, even awesome ones... but tonight was simply beyond anything I've ever experienced.

The plan was to go out with Eddy, my self-proclaimed uncle, because my so-called friends (see Pixi, Ricky and Freddy) decided to either ditch me, go out of town, or stay home.  Eddy was also meeting a few lady friends at the club, so I texted this guy I met there before and told him where I'd be, in case he wanted to meet me there.  I figured, if Eddy will be dancing with 2 other ladies as well as me, I might as well have someone else to dance with too.

Good idea.

When you get to a club with a guy, other guys obviously assume that this one is your boyfriend/husband/sugar daddy, which puts me in an awkward position if I want to dance with other guys, or if I happen to eye someone of my liking at the club.  Since I'm not one to walk around with a sign hanging from my neck that reads, "He's my uncle, you may invite me to dance" I usually end up dancing with Eddy only -when I go out with him.  But since we were in a group today, and other men were asking these ladies to dance as well, it gave me a window of opportunity to being asked to dance.  And boy did I take advantage of that!  I danced with about three guys (Eddy, my friend, and some random stranger who built up courage and asked me to dance), and it was all dandy.

And then it happened.

A man, probably in his forties, came to our table to say hello to Eddy.  They joked about him getting all the women tonight (there were 4 of us!) and then asked which one he could dance with.  The other ladies dance salsa Colombian style, so I was the only candidate, per se.  He took me to the dance floor, and it was absolutely magical.  This guy was so good.  He looks at you and smiles for no fucking reason other than because he's enjoying the dance.  His eyes never leave yours (other than the few times he might be checking you out, but with those moves, man he can look all he wants), he's gentle yet has a firm lead, and he knows just how to fix the 'oops' if you mess up.  He has just the right amount of  everything you need to dance salsa.  And boy did he turn me around!  I literally just didn't want the song to end, even if we danced 3-4 songs in a row.  I just wanted to dance and dance with him.  I couldn't believe it, but I think I had my first dance floor ONLY crush.  It was like the doors of salsa heaven opened and delivered him straight to my table.  Like, here you go, you've been a good girl.  Happy Christmas... in April.

Since it was obvious that I was 'approachable' (in other words, no that fat man with me is NOT my boyfriend, kthnx!), some other guys got up their courage and asked me to dance.  I didn't notice this until much, much later on, but I actually had people waiting to dance with me.  Not a million of them, but the two or three I danced with, you could tell they had been waiting for me to get off the dance floor to ask me back in.

And then there were the little details that made my night.  There was the lady in the bathroom who said she just couldn't help but watch me dance (how much sweeter can a comment get!).  I also saw an older couple from the salsa class who finally ventured off to the club, and I was so happy to see them!  The guy still owes me a dance.  The ladies at our table were just lovely and very friendly, I felt like I knew them from a long time.  Everybody seemed to know me today.  The security guards, the bartenders, the DJ and even the mariachi, all gave me helloes and kisses.  I like to feel known!  And then, sometimes when I was dancing, I could see out of the corner of my eye, people watching.  Enjoying the way I danced.  It's so thrilling to notice that, and I usually don't.  But when people look, (and you can tell if they're looking in awe or laughing at you), it gives you a huge confidence boost, because you know you have to be doing something right.

Time literally flew by today.  I just had so much fun.  And you know what?  Tonight was the first night since I started going out to clubs, that I didn't miss dancing with Ricky.  Five points for me.