Miami Worst
My first experience of dating in Miami was with a woman who had a name and face I will never ever forget. She was an Eastern European goddess that made the $200 bill at the South Beach sushi restaurant worth every penny. Everything went really well at dinner. There was lots of eye contact, smiling, laughter and then later, we headed to a nightclub nearby called Sweet. A $20 cover charge and a $100 bottle of Grey Goose later, the mood was set. In the club, there was a rather big and secluded chair by the restroom. We got very friendly on it.
After some long passionate kisses, lots of touching and feeling, we went for an early morning breakfast at David’s Café (another $50 by the way) before our long drive back to her place in Hallandale. So far, everything was perfect and what more could a guy ask for, right? Well, a pig of a man would have asked her to come over to his place but being the gentleman that I am, I decided to take her home (hers) instead and ask her if we could see each other again. We held hands in the car. A very sad yet romantic song started playing on my radio and her mood quickly became somber. As we pulled up to her house, she looked at me with sad eyes. We kissed for a very long time and then she hit me with the sad and pathetic truth.
“I would ask you in but I live with my boyfriend and we are not getting along right now,” she said.
I was completely dumbfounded.
“Boyfriend,” I said.
“Yea, it’s a long story” she said. “Can I call you some time?”
“Yea, I guess.”
She never did. I never reached out to her either.
Looking back, it was both My Very best and Very Worst date. The best because I had never met or kissed a more beautiful woman. We also had more chemistry than I thought was possible. It was My Very Worst Date because I realized that all she really wanted was to be romanced and go out with someone new after being in a long relationship that was obviously going nowhere.
