Love in New York? Or… One-Night Stand?

November 12, 2009.

During the middle of the week, I received a text message from The Bartender, “Hey, I’m heading to Atlantic City. Checking on you to see how you’re doing. And just so you know, if I hit it big in A.C. I’m coming to see you!”

“Well, good luck handsome!” I text messaged back.

“Thanks! I’ll let you know how it goes!”

The next day I received a message, “So, no luck… How was your night?”

That was fast. I sent him, “You’re done in A.C. already?”

“Yeah… I guess I can’t visit you…”

“Aw, I guess you’ll just have to win the lottery. Or… I’ll just have to come visit NYC, soon.” I replied. “How does your weekend look?”

“I have class Saturday morning, but that’s it and I have Sunday off. So let me know… You can always say at Casa de el Bartender. Plus it’s free.”

Tempting, but I thought about this for a while. What if it didn’t work out? What if he wasn’t reliable? Many “what ifs” went through my head and I replied with, “Would that be awkward? I’ll see what I can find first…”

After a few more text messages, we settled that I would come visit him that Saturday. I ended up finding an apartment for rent during the weekend in the Upper East Side through a company.

I was a little nervous on the day of my trip. I just hoped everything turned out well. I planned everything out that I was going to go do while I was in NYC, but all could be changed if needed.

As soon as I landed I messaged The Bartender, grabbed a cab to my apartment, and took my time getting ready. The Bartender came and picked me up at 8pm. I was so excited to see him.

“Hey. Oh, wow. You’re all dressed up!” He said. He was in layered Ts, blue jeans, and sneakers.

“Oh, I dress like this ALL the time.” I said, in an attempt to make him feel better. I was in a black dress and black high heels.

“So how do you feel about walking? We’ll stay near, since you’re in heels.” He said.

“Don’t worry. I’ve treaded miles in heels!” I knew I was going to regret this when it came out of my mouth, however it wasn’t too bad. We only walked from 63rd to 26th and Park! Yes, my poor left arch, actually. I had forgotten that these rub my left arch the wrong way when I wear them for too long. Other than that, they weren’t that uncomfortable.

We ended up at Dos Caminos Mexican Kitchen, which this upscale Mexican restaurant is famous for their guacamole. I thought the guacamole is good, however I prefer authentic Mexican food.

At any rate, to speed the story a little, we ended up at my place by the end of the date. Through the door and… me on the kitchen counter with my legs straddled around his waist. From there, it was a blur of passion…

In the morning, I woke up frazzled. The bartender had his arms around me and I slithered out of his grasp. As I walked from the bedroom to the living room, I noticed our clothing littered about in a trail to the bedroom. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do next. Whether I should leave and hope he wasn’t there by the time I returned, wake him up and kick him out, or be nice and buy us coffee and tea plus breakfast.

Instead, I walked downstairs and next door to Le Pain Quotidien. I purchased a coffee for myself, and a little waffle pastry for him…in case he was hungry and in a hurry to leave.

I returned to my apartment, worked online a bit, and sipped my coffee. He finally awoke and walked out. I looked up at him and said, “Good morning naked boy.” He laughed. “I got you a little pastry if you want it.”

He plopped down on the couch and asked how I was doing and why I didn’t wake him up. I told him, because I knew how much he cherished sleeping in on the weekends, so I didn’t want to disturb him.

The rest of the day was great, so I’m glad I didn’t kick him out in the morning. We walked from Seaport to Times Square and just taking in Manhattan. By 11pm, we were both tired and he had homework to do.

...So he took me home and we said our goodbyes…