Ay Papi

I went to my new favorite salsa bar a few weeks ago hoping to see “Guitar Hero”, the guitarist of the band playing the week before, who currently had in his possession my lust. A different band was playing, so I thought to make the most of it and met Enrique. He was cute enough and an excellent dancer so I gave him my number. He said he’d give me a call, and without fail, I received a text within 24 hours (for future reference, I would have preferred a phone call, but its fine). We made plans to meet later in the week for a drink.

He had me meet him in the East Village at this darling tapas place. I got there a few minutes early, sat down, and ordered white wine sangria (which is my current drink of choice). He arrived a few minutes later and we proceeded to sit down for some tapas and get to know each other.

I learned that Enrique had come to America 10 years ago from Puerto Rico. Has an MBA in Finance and lives in a quaint apartment in the lower east side. He was married once, no kids, and is very close with his family. I was nearly enamored.

We went salsa dancing shortly thereafter and had a great time. Unfortunately, I had to leave for an early engagement the next day, but we made plans to see each other the following night.

After drowning in a bottle of white wine at a friend’s place, we ventured over to the new favorite salsa bar that coincidentally was a block away. We ended up spending the entire night drinking sangria and dancing with anyone who could spin us around. Enrique showed up a little later and we all continued to have a great time, drinking, dancing until god knows when.

I didn’t take Enrique home with me, though he clearly had intentions to go with me. I’ll admit, there was a part of me that wanted to take him home, but I was inebriated, tired from dancing, and just not in the mood to be wooed.

Fast forward to a few days later when I receive a text from Enrique:

E: I thought we had an ‘understanding’
Me: what do you mean?
E: For us to have each other
Me: Do you mean sleep together?
E: I must have misunderstood, I apologize!!!!
Me: I am not ready
E: Good night.

My plan was simple, to sleep with this guy till I got bored with him and drop him. Apparently, his plan was simple too, to assume I was fast and sleep with me the first chance he got. I guess I shouldn’t be angry that he thought I was fast, as that is usually my plan of action, but seriously, what the hell.

It’s a little presumptuous to assume that a girl will sleep with you at any point of a courting, especially within the week of meeting. (And because I believe in double standards, I don’t believe it’s presumptuous for a girl to assume a guy will sleep with her at any point of courting). There are a number of reasons why he may have assumed I would sleep with him, but I won’t give him the benefit of the doubt. Sleeping with me is a privilege and should be treated as such. There isn’t an “understanding”. There’s a “BM has chosen you”. Needless to say, I will not be seeing Enrique again. I mean, unless I get really horny.