Finding out Mr. Perfect is not so perfect...

Hello readers. Here I come with my latest weekend story.

I don’t have the best news... I mean, now it’s ok because I am over it (actually it didn’t take me longer than a few hours to get up and get over!)

This last Saturday night I went out to this super famous samba club for the first time with two of my students and plus their friends (that are now my friends since we usually go out together).

Lo and Behold, when I enter the club guess who I see? Yep, Mr. Perfect!!!

Okay, backtracking....after meeting Mr. Perfect that night in Mucuripe Club and receiving that message on my cell from him, I (IDIOT!) called him the next day and we talked. He was like superrrrrrrrrrr nice saying we had to meet each other, etc. etc. and I was like, “fine okay, whenever is good for you let me know". This was on Saturday (I met him Friday, the night before). Then the whole week...nothing - until Friday rolled around (and as you must know from reading my older blog posts, I am having dinner with the Psychiatrist when Mr. Perfect phones, says he is travelling in Santa Catarina, and that as soon as he comes back next Friday he will phone me, etc. etc.) Okay. I get all happy and stay waiting for Friday to come by for him to return and phone me. Next Friday rolls… no phone call. Okies. Saturday, Sunday, Monday....nothing! Then as if by luck I remembered that he told me that the 9th of Nov.  was his birthday - and the 9th of November was that Tuesday. I know it was another idiot move I did but I wanted to give it a last shot as everything in our first encounter was so perfect - okay, that sounded corny - but wtv. I was pretty sure that there was something extra to our first encounter and so I told myself that I would give it one last try. The initial plan was that I was going to send him an SMS but at last moment I ended up calling him. He answers the phone and once again is superrrrrrrrrrr nice with me, tells me that he just arrived from Santa Catarina last night (as his “trip” had taken longer than it was supposed to) but that he was just about to phone me (riiight!!!) as he really wanted to go out, etc. 
Honestly, I didn’t "cobrar" anything from him at all, I was just super nice and told him "Oh, I phoned because I remembered you told me it was your birthday" and then we stayed talking on the phone for a while, him asking me how I was, etc. He then says: “We should go out together, how about this weekend?” and I’m like: “Ah, that sounds real good but this weekend I am traveling to Guaramiranga for the “Novembefest” so it’s not going to work out, but call me as soon as I come back and we can work it out.” Okay....so far, so good. Another week rolls by and no phone call. No problem!

Now back to where I had first started: I am pretty much over him and out in "the jungle" back again, all dressed up and honestly looking pretty hot - and usually I don’t make a big deal on "me produzindo" when I go to a club, but this night my friend that was giving me a ride to the club got a whole hour late so I was able to “caprichar no visual”, hehe…

Anyways...we arrive at Amici's (the samba club) and there he is. Dressed with the exactly same white V neck T-shirt that he was wearing when I first met him; and honestly was one of the hottest guys in the whole club.

Once again, another mistake. Instead of just ignoring him completely, letting him see me and waiting for him to come up to me – nope! Idiocy reined and I go up to talk to him causally:

- Hi Mr. Perfect (face of total shock, even though I had seen him 10 min. before I had actually gone up to talk to him)

He looks at me, squints his eyes and furrows his brow before recognizing me.

- Hi Christy!

- Hey. This is my friend, Viviane. 

He looks her way and smiles. - Hi!

Silence.

In a last attempt at friendliness I ask him: - What are you doing here?

- Oh, I came over just to get out of the house for a little while.

Silence again. No question back. There he is with that famous "pancake batter face". I notice our "conversation" isn’t going anywhere much further.

- I see; that’s good you got out of the house for a while. Well, I am going to be around. Bye.

Before I could even hear his answer I was walking off with Vivi close behind.

I could sum up the rest of the night in one word: TORTURE!

The club is two stories high, but only in the first floor the samba band plays as the second floor is has a few sofas, pool tables, bar, and is more of a "couples making out spot". But both of us stayed on the first floor listening to the band play and because of that we crossed our paths continuously. I, on the other hand couldn’t stop thinking about him and that was driving me crazy. I looked around to see if there were any other hot guys but there was not one that came close to him (or even that caught my eye or attracted me in some way). He also stayed "na dele" drinking with his friend until almost 3:00 am which was a short while after the band stopped playing.

But as men being the creatures that they are, and him being one of the hottest guys (at least which I saw and all my friends confirmed the same) isn’t easy, and so after a while I caught him talking to a girl. Mustn’t have worked too well for him because fifteen minutes later he was once again alone. But not long after there he was, talking to a blonde, older looking girl wearing a bright red lacey shirt and jean pants.

Coincidently, he was positioned right next to the table in which my friends all were (we were a crowd of about 15 ppl or so) which didn't help much at all. I also wasn't drinking as I had to work the next day so that was off limits. If all that wasn't enough, Ximena's date had brought along his older brother who must have used all his “how to kiss a girl” tactics on me which was driving me crazy - and yet I had to continue being decent with him in consideration to his brother and Ximena - Humph!!!

Well, right then and there, I told one of my friends the whole story and she just listened attentively. Then without warning she gets up and calls over a muscular macho man and introduces him to me as being her personal trainer (I later found out that he used to be her personal trainer but no longer was anymore). He wasn't bad looking but also wasn't my type. 

-Stay with him to show Mr. Perfect that you care less, to make him jealous.

- Gabi! I don't do that. That’s not me. I hate playing these little games, always thought they were for immature and stupid people.

- Okay, so talk to him at least. Wake up friend, he isn't into you because if he was he would have come over to talk to you a long time ago. Look at this, ignore him. Don't even give him a thought; pretend you don’t even see him. Nem "tchu!"

- You're right, you're right.

I went up to Personal Trainer and we ended up talking for a while. He was pretty interesting and we talked together for a good while. Just as Gabi had predicted, Mr. Perfect all of a sudden completely stopped paying attention to the blonde and stayed looking my way every ten to ten seconds. By that time I couldn't care less and finally my head went back to working as I told myself that now he was the one without a chance and I was the one in the "could care less" position.

The night ended with Mr. Perfect going one way and the blonde the opposite way - without even a kiss going on (though I don't think it was lack of interest on her part as she stayed drooling over him their entire conversation). Not long after, I and my friends left the club as well. 

As soon as I arrive home I take a look at my cell phone and there was a missed call from... yes, from Mr. Perfect. 3: 39 am. I was faced with a decision to make.

And then I remembered a quote I once read: "Fate controls who walks into your life. You decide who you let walk out, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go."

This time I decided to let him go. Good-bye Mr. Not-So-Perfect. Hello to future candidates...And life goes on!!!