I’ve never dated a Twin, and 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 he should come to me if he wanted 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: his twin.
“Wow, you guys 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.