There I stood, in the middle of Port Authority watching hurried straphangers and tourists fly by. I’d walked toward every exit near the bowling alley but Zeus was still missing in action. I was furious but then remembered my promise: be open minded to online dating and dating outside your juicy, Latino race.
I grabbed my Blackberry and composed a message to my cousin, Dileyka. Expressing my irritation, I asked if I should call though it had been 30 minutes since I’d send him my last text. Dileyka gave me the go ahead, convincing me to give him the benefit of the doubt, and so I did.
His phone rang once, twice, three times. I was about to hang up when I finally heard a male voice on the other line.
“Hey, its Sujeiry. I’m in Port Authority still. Did you get my text?” I asked directly.
“I’m outside 42nd Street,” he replied in a passive tone.
“I don’t see you. I send you a text telling you where I was,” I reiterated, hoping he’d take the bait and mention the text. I mean, had he received it and ignored it?
“I’m on 42nd and 12th…in front of the Circle Line,” he responded with slight irritation in his voice.
“On 12th Ave?”
“Lucky Strikes is on 42nd and 12th,” he repeated, the annoyance growing. Aw crap! I was by the wrong bowling alley and would have to walk 15 minutes in the blazing heat. I looked at my watch. 1:45pm and our date was slated for 1pm. “Ok, I’ll be there by 2pm,” I stated, now really irritated.
So off I went, almost an hour late: lipstick off, drenched in sweat and starving. All for the sake of being open minded and dating outside my juicy, Latino race.