Ah yes, 2020. That year that everyone wishes to forget, but there was a time before all things went to shit that was highly memorable. Like the New Year’s optimism of January and the big Superbowl game hosted in Miami in February.
This date happens quickly, it was January 3rd, 2020. I had literally just gotten off a plane from Albany, New York, having just made out with this hot blonde chick in Saratoga Springs on New Year’s night, more on that later. I had matched this girl claiming to be from my high school, but I've never seen or recognized her by name of face. Our high school was a small pseudo private arts school in the Design District of no more of 500 students, each student selected through an extensive audition process. She then proves her claim by showing me my own yearbook photo, which was pretty awkward since I myself didn't even have a yearbook. It was strange that someone out there had a photo of me I didn't know about. She then shows me her own photo and it seemed that she was a year above me, so she was a sophomore when I was a freshman. Apparently, she did a year at the school and left, which makes sense as to why I didn't know or recognize her as I was just settling in myself at the time.
So literally the next night, we decide to meet in front Swan Miami. Swan was my definitely my top favorite date spot before the pandemic hit. Swan was divided into three main sections if I can describe it: upon reaching the entrance you came across the ground floor restaurant that trickled in the building. Inside the building was the other half od the restaurant with a main bar at the center, with pink and white marble and luxury bathrooms and a restroom attendant. And lastly the upstairs area served as a lounge or a club, though no dance floor, it usually had a DJ that played some fire hip hop for a predominantly White joint. I’ve been a few times on my own and met some interesting people before.
So, the Nicaraguan Little Mama meets me by the entrance of Swan. She comes dressed in this feather coat, looking like Donquixote Doflamingo from One Piece.
She also has on sneakers and jeans. It looks like an experimental kind of casual wear from New York Fashion Week. To continue, we go walking around the Design District, we limit to the bubble dome garage and the food court. We talk and take some candid pictures on the swing set. She tells me about her missions to Nicaragua and how that’s been the only time she’s been to her parents' native country. We leave the swing area and head to Swan, upstairs to the dark lounge. Usually, you’d sit at the bar or stand in a corner, but we happened to sit on the lounge couches which were usually reserved and came with a personal server. No one was telling us to leave, so we stayed. I order two drinks: a sweet cocktail and an old fashion drink called: The Manhattan.
She very opposed to drinking but she seems lively regardless. So, I drink the cocktail and over the course of a long conversation and lots of deep contact, she begins to sneakily sip away at The Manhattan. We both share the drink, it’s extremely strong and definitely not something one could chug. So, there we are in the dark on the couch in our own little bubble. I’m tempting her to kiss me and she’s loosening her grip as more time goes on. So, I order another Manhattan, and we share that as well. She eventually kisses me in the lounge, she’s surprisingly very forward and gets into it aggressively. So afterwards, I pay, and we head out. I walk her to the parking lot where her car was and thank her for the night, and we kiss one more time and I descend the stairs to leave. After that I texted and called but never got a response, I tried for a week or so, nothing. I don’t know if it was because her super religious nature, or because I was too forward about the kisses or having her drink though she doesn’t. I mean I didn’t force her to do anything but looking back on it the attraction wasn’t as strong as I remembered, it was just a refreshing feeling to connect with someone from high school. Someone who I had no idea existed but was aware I did. With that, the story closes.
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