The teacher

So I did see the Colombian once again, we hung out at his place, more makeout sesh but then that was it.  He definitely is hot but there was no connection, we just weren't on the same level.  Either way, I met another Colombian man on Match, we went on a date the other night and it was a great night, but before all that we spent hours texting and talking on the phone.for a few days.

This Colombian, (the teacher) and I, had so many things in common.  we've both handled living on each coast of the country, mostly enjoying the west.  He was former navy, was in for about 4 years trying to figure out what to do with life.  he then decided to go to school and become a teacher, (something i definitely considered)  he is musically inclined, guitar and piano, my two favorites.  To top all of that off, he was born the day before me, yes same year and everything.  

We decide to meet up at Posto Pizza on 18th and 2nd ave and had an amazing time.  I notice he is not too good with eye contact, nor am I.  Neither of us fit what each other is looking for in the physical sense but we get along so famously that we are giving it a go.  We spent a few hours there, after a bottle of Pinot Noir and some amazing pizza then decide to head over to the hookah bar on the lower east side called Karma.  We sat in a dark room with red painted walls, staring at the painting of a tree on the opposite wall.  He comments on the tree and i proceed to show him what my tree looks like, i painted a tree not long ago and I wanted to show him what it was (in fact, that very tree is the profile picture to my account here, check it out.  He was so moved by this painting, and asked for it, he immediately saved it to his phone and made it his wallpaper.

The night progressed with watermelon hookah, another class of wine for each of us and a cab ride back to his car.  He lives in Jersey so he drove here to meet with me.  He gives me a ride back to the train station and as i'm saying goodbye, he gets out of his car, runs around to the passenger side and opens my door and extends his hand, as if i am royalty stepping down from a carriage.  It was the sweetest thing a guy has ever done for me, a small gesture but very sweet.

We went into the date with no expectations, he kissed me on the cheek and promised we'd hang out again.  The texting has slowed down (he works two jobs so thats understandable) and i don't get the same feeling as i did before, I started to really like him, but i get the feeling I got when i told HC that i didn't think i was going to see him again, and I didn't.  Thats how things generally work, i have a date with a nice guy, thats about it, i never really hear from him again.  I'm getting older and i don't have the time to waste if someone isn't interested in that way.  This guy and I will be great friends regardless but its just nice to know.  I'm a one man woman and life is short.  But, is there something wrong with me?  i'm beginning to question this altogether.

The Colombian

Match is a weird place.  I have had good dates with BE3 (HC) and a bad date with the FBI guy.. well then i met the Colombian.  Originally he messaged me when i lived in Colorado.  I got a quirky little "wink" then we exchanged a few emails here and there, then we never spoke again.  I "closed" the connection.  sometime last week, i had another wink from him.  I emailed him straight away and said, hey i was interested in getting to know you but never heard from you.. but i'm in New York now.  i got an email back with his number and we exchanged texts here and there.  Out original plan was to hang out Wednesday but work got busy, he works in the animation industry doing films (top company to remain nameless).  Anyway he got called to LA for work so he postponed the date.

Fast forward to today, memorial day, and i get a text from him "hey Cutie"  i reply and chit chat, then ask him what he is doing, he offered to hang out and i said well i have plans later but i can probably meet before that.  I was supposed to meet with my roommate and his friends from Italia and go to the rooftop bar and he had plans at 7:30.  I met him on the upper East Side (UES) and we had sake and shared a California roll and some seaweed salad.  I didn't quite get much of a connection, he seems like he likes a particular kind of girl and well, i didn't think i fit that profile.  He does quite well for himself in his industry and told be about how he had to get into his building which was a co-op type building.  They tenants asked him so many questions in order to interview him to see if he was a match.  Anyway it was bit boring conversation, we both had places to be, so i thought we would call it a night.

As we were leaving he gets up and says "have you ever had absinthe?" I said no and he asked me if i'd like to try some.  We we leave the restaurant and i have heard of absinthe bars in NYC but it was not real absinthe.. and this was years ago, not sure but anyway we head out and start walking.  He mentioned something about having a bottle of liquor, but i thought he said vodka, i told him i didn't care, whichever, i like to go with the flow. So lo and behold I end up back at his apartment.  Yup.. how did i get here?  no freaking clue!  but thats where we were.

We walked up to the 4th floor in this decently nice building (the guy doesn't even lock his door - yeah its like that.)  I catch my breath and he heads to the kitchen.  I place my purse on his dining room table and head into the kitchen where he has poured me a glass of water.  He gets the absinthe ready and  gets the sugar cube on top, lights it on fire and we wait, its so cool to watch.  Finally our shots are ready and we both brink them down, actually in two drinks.  its so good i want to savor it but its very strong, not like bad alcohol strong that you are like Why the fuck did i just drink that but "intense" is a better word.  I'm in love with absinthe at this point, yes it was real, from france.  So we are talking then all of the sudden he leans in and kisses me!! WTF  that is something i didnt expect. I usually have pretty good receptors, i figured it would be a friends type thing, yet there i was having a colombian man tell me "girls from Colorado are good kissers" haha!  Thats actually not the first time i've heard that, guess i'm doing something right!

During the kiss, my sunglasses fall onto the floor behind me and he positions me against the breakfast bar and presses his lips to mine.  It was a steamy session of kissing and fondling and well, I will just let your imagination run with that one ;)  We left shortly after, well maybe 30 minutes or so of heavy steamy hot makeout sesh.  Lets just say we started out in the kitchen, ended up half on, half off a beanbag on his living room floor and i have a bump on my head from the leg of a chair!  Either way it was a good time and enjoyed it (PS, there was no sex for all you dirty minds out there!).  We left to meet our friends, him uptown, me downtown and he kissed me and said "bye cutie"  i figured this was the last i'd hear from him He seems like he is after one thing and has a bunch of ladies lined up. I chalked it up to being a fun time and a nice way of breaking back into the dating scene with a sexy man with great teeth a creative background and a spanish accent to make a woman melt into a puddle on the floor, oh my Colombian man, will i see you again?