After our first date, both of us didn’t imagine we would have a second one. And on the third, we kissed for the first time.
Our first date was at Sagrado Café, in Downtown Miami. The location was convenient for both of us. Just a few minutes from where I was living, and across the street from her work. We were both kinda tired of the dating life. Getting dress, driving to a restaurant or bar, talk as we were in a job interview and see what happen. The date was at the beginning of the week, after work, casual. We both had a coffee, she had a capuccino, I don’t remember mine. After much talk, I walked her back to the Miami Heat arena, where she worked, and I went home to walk Brownie.
A few days later, was Thanksgiving. As we both didn’t have family in Miami, we didn’t have plans. She kinda did, actually, with some friends. I had nothing going on, so I went to Negroni to have a Manhattan by myself. Late evening she texted me saying her plans had flopped, and I invited her to join. She came. We talked a little bit more, not felling like an interview. It was good.
A few more days went by, and she invited me to go to Suggar, in Brickell, as she was meeting with a friend and her work colleagues. I dresses as a rock n’ roller I wanted to be, put my hat and she picked me up on her white BMW. She looked beautiful and sexy. We went as friends, but plans changed that night.
After the first, second and maybe a few more rounds of drinks, we extended the night to the dance floor. During the first part of the date, we were getting closer, talking and touching each other. On the way to the dance floor, she was walking in front of me holding my hand, and as in a moment she looked back, I grabbed her and kissed her. It was good.
At the floor, Latin music started to play, and she released the latina on her. She danced and moved with the songs, now she was even sexier.
The attraction increased during the night. As we danced (“we” is a bold statement, she danced, I moved like a gringo) touching our bodies on each other, we kissed more and more. I squeezed her but, she called me handsome. I called her pretty. And we spent the night enjoying, until she dropped me home.
I didn’t know, but at that moment, going to Sagrado Café had become my last date.