Days after my crying-in-the-shower sobfest, I found myself at a Latino speeddating event. I sat patiently, waiting for the first man to take his seat. The organizer shouted “Go!” and men began to circulate like troops following orders. Seconds later, a tall, lanky Mexican who was so not my type introduced himself. I instantly missed Mr. G, but remained positive and chatted him up for the five minutes allotted.
The night continued and I met Mr. Malaysia, Lisp Man, Waxed Eyebrows, and Super DL Gay. I was so done! My attempt to move on from Mr. G was proving to be futile! And then he sat across from me. No, it wasn’t Mr. G. I would have asked him to marry me right there if it was. But it was an attractive Puerto Rican man who had a twinkle in his eyes, good posture, and a nice smile.
I began asking questions like a US Census reporter. I wanted to know all the logistics before proving him worthy of my time and Matchcard sheet. So far, he seemed like a winner…until…
“I just got out of a 10 year relationship,” he said.
My thoughts immediately flashed to the Sex and The City episode where Charlotte says it takes half the time you are with someone to get over them. This was not a good sign. But before I could say anything, the Organizer asked us to hand in our Match cards. Time was up and I needed to make a decision about Puerto Rico. In that instant, I yearned to make a match if only to forget about Mr. G. So I grabbed my pen and wrote Puerto Rico’s name down and told him to do the same. Now all I could do was wait.