I’ve never dated a Twin. Contrary to what Hollywood movies reveal, I’ve never felt the desire to. Unlike Stiffler from American Pie, I find twins a bit distracting. I also fear they’ll pull a Parent Trap on me, but instead of taking all my money they’ll switch off when on a date.
The possibility of being unknowingly seduced by two identical men freaks me out, which is why I was cautious when The Twin approached me at Hudson River Café. Minutes after stepping onto the concrete dance floor, The Twin motioned for me to come over. I ignored him, not because I knew he was a twin but because men must come to me if they want to dance.
Eventually he did.
“What’s your name?” He asked while we danced to a merengue.
“Sujeiry,” I replied and then asked his age.
“I’m going to be 25 in June,” he said. I cringed. Here we go again with the younger men. “And so is my twin,” he continued with a smile. A Twin? I thought with raised eyebrows. The Twin noticed my confusion and pointed toward the bar. My eyes followed his finger and there he was.
“Wow, you look exactly alike,” I replied, eyeing his brother from a distance.
“We’re identical. Have you ever dated an identical twin?” he asked with a mischievous look. I shook my head slowly and The Twin chuckled.
“Well, I guess I’ll be the first and maybe last,” he responded confidently. I smirked before retaliating, “Lets not get ahead of ourselves, younging.”
“My age is an issue?” The Twin questioned. I nodded but stopped myself before uttering any more sarcastic comments. So he was a 25-year-old twin. This could be fun, and God knows I needed some fun. And so I gave The Twin my phone number and continued to dance the night away.
Never say never, chicas.
The Hookup was Sujeiry’s dating blog on Latina.com. To read past entries, go to Latina.com: The Hookup.