The gringo from my baraja reading appeared at the Lovemionline Sex Toy Auction. He stood by the entrance looking cool with a trench coat and a long, gray scarf. Seconds later, he walked over to my friend Irene, who pulled me over to introduce us. We greeted each other with a quick hello and peck on the cheek.
I didn’t think much of our brief exchange and soon ran on stage to host the event. I entertained the crowd by joking about my single status. “All I need is a good looking man who treats me well, has ambition and an unlimited, monthly Metrocard,” I bantered. The audience laughed, including Mr. Gringo, who had purchased a book of illustrations on sexual positions.
The event came to a close and Mr. Gringo left without saying goodbye. But he did invite Irene to a shindig at his apartment the following night. “He told me to bring you,” Irene said as we cleaned up. I told her I’d think about it, but the following day I was too tired to party, so I spend my night under the covers, cruising through Facebook.
Hours later, I received an email. The subject line read, “Hey I have a friend with a Metrocard”, and the profile photo sitting next to the message was none other than Mr. Gringo’s. I reread the subject line again, unsure if I wanted to read the contents of his email. Was there a spark when I met him? Did I even do a triple take? I questioned. No, not really, so I decided to read his email later. I was in no rush to reply to any man. Besides, I was already snuggled up with me, myself and I. He could definitely wait.