(Except for Theo, who asked me what was wrong) We kissed and kissed until a car drove by us and a man screamed: “Get a room”.
Except it was in Spanish, which made it even funnier.
I was so drawn to him, I actually gave him two phone numbers. He wrote me a message that night but I decided to play it coy and wait a day or two.
He simply knew that he oozed sex appeal and that meant more than a leather jacket and a motorcycle combined.
My reasoning was simple: he lived a block away from me. He was three years younger than me, working around the globe, not even thinking of settling down. In Panama, as in many countries, Hugo could use his sensual Spanish to the full degree.
Except that the next day, during a trip to the caves, I dropped my phone in the water and as destiny (or luck) would have it was now unreachable. A week later, still phoneless, I went out with Nadia, a blonde Russian with whom we were inseparable. At the first glance, attractive I suppose, but nothing special.Then he lightly kissed me, and just as soon as I thought he was going to go further he backed away.I realized then that all of us are suckers for anticipation.We love a man who has the power to tease us, to keep us intrigued and yearning. We want to experience the passion, the seduction, if only once in our lives, even if we know it will be accompanied by pain.