What did I do? I thought as I walked down the stairs with Mr. Puerto Rico trailing behind me. Ever since handing in our Speeddating Match cards, he hadn’t left my side. That would’ve been wonderful if I was smitten, but I wasn’t. After taking a closer look, Mr. Puerto Rico was just not my type. Besides, I didn’t attend a speeddating event to substitute Mr. G. I just wanted to flirt with someone other than my Dominoes delivery guy!
I speedwalked toward the bar, hoping to loose Mr. Puerto Rico’s invincible grip, and sat beside the cute Cuban I’d met earlier during the bathroom break. He had attended the Cougars and Cubs speeddating event on the lower level of the lounge and was strictly there to scout older booty. This sleazy fact made him the perfect candidate for a quick flirtation – no stalking, no pressure and no number exchange!
And that’s when it hit me. Mr. Puerto Rico would soon receive an email with my phone number because we were a “match”. That meant he would call and invite me out on a date, and I didn’t want to go on a date with him or anyone besides Mr. G. I just wasn’t ready. So I did want most women do when avoiding a man. I flirted like a free agent, with everybody. As I juggled flirting with Mr. Cuban, the bartender and the event organizer, I could sense Mr. Puerto Rico’s eyes boring into my back. I felt awful. But at this point in my life, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to be free. And with that last thought, I sipped my free Bacardi and Coke (compliments of the bartender) and made my way to the Singles Mixer After Party.