Sorry dear readers for having been away for so long...the weekend was longggggggg (and good too!) and that made me indulge myself in too much pleasure and want to cry on Monday having to face myself with all the work I let accumulate...plus the post-party depression. Well, lets go to the weekend tales:
Friday night: My best friend's bday, Ximena...can't miss it. To start off I notice that I don't have any clothes to wear...or more like, there aren't any clothes I want to wear. Tasso (my "sexual fantasy student") and his classmate Jones (also my student) confirmed they are both coming over to the bar which is the meeting point everyone is going to and from there whoever is up to it goes clubbing, and so knowing that Tasso will be there I want to look my very best. I don't get involved with students (especially since last episode with Daniel...) so I don't know if the reason of me wanting to go out dress shopping is just for the pleasure of having a new dress in my wardrobe (which most likely is NOT the case...) or for the pure pleasure of showing Tasso what he can't have (which is a LOT more the case...) but fine... off to shopping. I am in the bus at one of the best and richest neighbourhoods in Fortaleza right next to Shopping Aldeota when my eye catches a large window sign and my heart skips a beat: "ANY CLOTHES ITEM FOR ONLY R$50.00" and it's not any shop, its actually a boutique... that must mean that the shop is closing down and they have until the end of that month to sell their last stock of clothes. I guessed right. Entering the shop I notice that all the best outfits only are available in the largest sizes and there isn't much to choose from anymore. But the shop is nice, the sellers do their job well and much to my luck there is a nice, tight fitting black dress that appeals to my body making my legs look hot... but as all girls will attest to: NEVER BUY IN THE FIRST SHOP YOU ENTER! Even knowing that I wouldn't find anything as good as what I just saw for the price I saw I still wasn't able to resist the temptation of snooping around a few more shops "just to make sure". And make sure I did - that nothing was worth it! At least not for the prices that I was willing to pay. The second shop I entered about three different sellers came to help me out (helps so much to go straight from work wearing your best social clothes... ahem!) and I must have tried all the dresses in that shop and not ONE of them was to my liking. The first one made me look pregnant...the second one - a sexy low cut halter top black dress - made me smile as I looked myself in the mirror thinking to myself that if I ever wore this it would be to change my profession into being Fortaleza's latest call girl, ugh! third dress: "WOW! Never knew a dress could have the power to add so much fat in one's body... 4th: I'LL PASS!!! This repeats itself a few times until at last the seller comes holding a turquoise, backless dress with wide shoulder straps... finally some good taste! I check out the price tag discreetly: R$578.00 "Geez...wouldn't buy this even if I won the lottery...but what the hell! I tried on half the shop, I'll try it on anyways just to see how it stays - I should try out at least one dress that stays good on me..." but not a minute latter I was calling the saleswoman who soon called over two more. One held my arms up, the other gave me instructions on how to squeeze my tummy by holding my breath in without passing out at the same time and the last one forced the zipper up. They looked at each other with victorious smiles most surely thinking: "Just got to sell the most expensive dress in the whole store. Cheers!" But it didn't last too long. "I'm gonna burst!" I gasped. Their smiles disapeared and so did I (out of the store) - don't know when I will ever have the courage to show up there again...most likely never! I didn't think twice...I walked all the way back to the first store and prayed to God that some intelligent girl hadn't entered the shop and bought the dress I now had my mind set on. God was on my side. The dress was still there and out went a sigh or relief as soon as it was in my bag. Next time I'll know better!!! With that I ran home to start giving a sucession of long classes all throughout the afternoon, evening and night.
My last class goes all the way till 10:30 pm and by that time the last thing I want to do is go out partying - but you know how it is...best friend is best friend. Fazer o que! I call Tasso at 10:00 to confirm if he is going. He is in a meeting with his boss and won't be able to come. Jones doesn't answer his phone. Okay, so much for getting all dressed up...but hey, it's not like he is the only guy that ever existed and I wouldn't even be able to do anything with him anyways (other than watch, stare and drool... which I can do four times a week when I give him classes...) so in the end it must be for the better.
1st stop: "Butiquim" - a nice outdoor bar with a good live band that actually sings English songs and not some corny country Brazilian music (not that I don't enjoy Brazilian music, but a bar band playing Brazilian music is usually a sad case...). I must be one of the last ones to arrive but there is Ximena, jumping up and down at my arrival with a huge smile on her face. I notice that she must have just done her hair that afternoon at the saloon and is also wearing a new skimpy black dress. She looks fabulous! Her brother in law and aunt which are also my English students are present, plus most of her friends and family which I already met at some point or another. The next two hours go by quickly. At last we say our farewells to the crowd and enter the cab that finally arrives. It's just me, Ximena and Bruna in for the long night out. Ximena drank to her heart's delight. Bruna - for her heart, body and soul's delight... no comments. I kept with the water since its not the best idea to give your first 8:00 am English class tipsy.
Me, Ximena and Bruna enter Mucuripe like a bunch of nut heads screaming our heads out. No, we are not normal, at least not today!
A rare occurance today: "SEVEN" - an extra dance room in the club is open! I dance, dance and dance some more. Ximena is grabbing a decent tall, toothy smile guy next to me and seems to be genuinely enjoying herself. Bruna is practicing her latest "drunk dance moves". I am trying to "include" myself with another group of happy clubbers that seem to be enjoying themselves quite a bit - helps to unfocus my embarassement at being next to Bruna. É foda ficar perto de alguém bebo...no one deserves! In the group of friends next to me are three guys - most likely professional dancers or something - because I am honestly surprised and impressed by their ability to move, shake and basically "do their thing". Everything from hiphop, samba, pagode, reggeton - they can twist, turn and spin - and all quite smoothly! Samba então...dão um show e tanto!!! Other than these three guys there are a few others (can't really call what they do dancing - more like wiggling their bottoms, shaking their arms and quivering their lips to the best of their ability... ewww!!!) A good song comes on and I officially "join the group" as I do a wild "samba rendition" and am soon being thrown around back and forth with two of the "dancer guys". By this time the dancing is going pretty crazy and the clubbers crowd around us and make some space while cheering me and the two "dancer guys" to go on. My feet are throbbing (considering the heels I am wearing!), my lips are parched for water and every time I spin my head to any direction, drops of sweat fly out on the poor souls who are nearest by. Do I stop? Nope! The thought doesn't even cross my head. Here I am, in my "Ten Seconds of Glory" and feeling as if I was in a "So You Think You Can Dance" Contest and the very last thing I am going to do is walk away for the relief of cold water down my throat or a chair to plop myself on and rub my feet. NO WAY! I go on... Well, until then it's all good and I am not complaining at all...when all of a sudden I find that "Green shirt dancer" backed off a bit and "Grey shirt dancer" glued on me. And like LITERALLY!!! As soon as I notice this I suddenly do a "body drop, twist, turn, twirl" and am soon on the other side of the dance floor feeling very proud of myself. Not for long though. Seconds later, he somehow copies my last dance move and is also on the other side of the dance floor - right next me! GREAT!!! He gives a few tries at my mouth and having no success with that he goes to my neck and being a typical guy it takes a while until he finally gets the point and gives up completely (or so I thought, until a few hours later!) and I gladly go back to boogging to the music. "Green shirt dancer" joins me in my dancing and I notice the same "grab a girl" tatics, same moves, same everything! And this time who gives up is none other than myself. I, very politely, walk away with the excuse that I need to get some water (which wasn't entirely a lie). Water in hand, Ximena comes over, but this time alone. Her "guy of the night" went back home and Bruna is still trying to grab hers. As always, its my policy to never stay with a guy in a club. Its what I call "How to get quick herpes - and for free as well!!!" And so I content myself with drinking water, dancing and enjoying the music. I was glad with the night's proceedings and was almost calling it a night when out of the corner of my eye I spot "my kind". Tall, strong but not too hunky, has a short beard/moustache of sorts, very attractive face and with the most stunning brown eyes ever - there I stood, mouth agape trying to keep my composure.
-Ximena, check this guy out!
-OMG! Greek God...
-He would definately be an exception to my "no staying with club guys" rule.
-Yeah right...want to see that happen. And not wanting to be rude, I'm sure he has someone or will get the hottest girl in the club.
-Yeah, yeah, I know!
Somehow, I really don't know how, but in the split of a second his eye caught mine or my eye caught his - don't know, but its all the same thing in the end. And for the next two or three songs it stayed that way. He'd look at me and I'd look away. Then I'd look at him and he'd look away. 'Or this guy has a girlfriend or he is gay...its not possible!' At last, we both looked at each other and none bugded, looked away or stared down. I kept his gaze, he kept mine. We stayed in something of a trance for God knows how long when the corners of his mouth went upwards into a smile and he walked over towards me. From there on it was like fireworks. One thing led to another and yet another and soon we were out of the dance room sitting by the bar telling each other about our personal lives, family, work, etc. etc. and of course, smooching away. I don't believe much in what majority says that "Certain people kiss well, others don't know how to kiss at all!" I think that its all about chemistry and how your mouth fits with the other person's. I know some guys that I kissed that made me remember of a crocodile having his latest meal, or "Mr. Teeth Clanker Clacker", or the one guy that had to explore ever corner and inch of my mouth with his tongue almost making me gag and then if that wasn't enough he decided to take the lip nibbling thing to the vampiric extrema; but when talking to one of my close friends that had also stayed with the same dude all she did was highly compliment his advanced kissing skills. What can I say?!!! Cada um com seu gosto, ne? But with "Mr. Perfect" it was just that - perfect! It just worked! For some reason, there are times when you kiss someone and it's immediately perfect, and you both feel it, and it's awesome and you kind of can't believe it. For me kissing is exploratory and I think the reason people close their eyes when they kiss is so that they can focus on the ability to feel more. Good kissers have this ability to read the person they are kissing and they will feel things out with their lips and tongue, read your body language, slow things down, speed things up, kiss softer, bite a little, etc., based on feedback. And then of course, they'll open their eyes and peek to see how you are enjoying it. "Mr. Perfect" had this ability plus a great sense of fun. In the end we both let ourselves go and it was one of my best "kissing experiences" I've had!
About "Mr. Perfect": He isn't Cearense (Obviously!) but came to live here a month ago. He is from Lages, Santa Catarina and before coming here to Fortaleza was living in the States for two years. Yes, he speaks both English and Spanish. He is a vet and is studying to get his Masters Degree at one of the best universities here. A scorp...soon turning 26 and living a 20 some min drive from my house. Has only a brother who is a doctor and is still living in Santa Catarina.
By the end of the night - or more like begining of the morning, as it was around 6:30 am - he got my cell phone number and told me he'd call so that we could get to know each other better. It felt like we knew each other since forever and everything about him made me go crazy and feel very, very lucky!!!
But that is not the end of that night's story... as we were leaving the club I was standing in line to pay our drinks, etc. when none other than "Green shirt dancer" appears. He does this whole "cat walk" until he gets to me, places a hand on his hip, the other on my shoulder and says: "Hey, I wasn't even able to get your name." All memories of his surprisingly good dancing skills faded away in a flash.
-"Ah, my name isnt that important..."
-"Yes it is, or else I wouldn't have come all the way here to ask you it."
(Ohh...the cat walk is harder to do than I thought it was...humph!)
-"Joana. Joana Raimunda." I said this wih the straightest face I could muster. Ximena, right next to me turned around to conceal her giggle.
-"Joana Raimunda? Is that really your name?"
-"Why, you dont like it? Shows you are just another typical guy...most guys have to say something about my name."
-"No, no. I liked it. Its nice. Really."
Now I really had to hold my laughter. Ximena was already bursting in the corner.
-"So Joana Raimunda... I wanted to get your phone number so that I could call you...get to meet you better, take you out sometime perhaps."
-"That's so kind of you, but unfortunately I don't have a cell phone."
-"You what? Howcome you don't have a cell phone?"
-"Well, what can I do if I am not rich like you are? I can't afford a cell phone...who knows, one day when I get rich I might be able to buy one and then I can hand out my phone to guys I meet at a club, like you!"
Big cheeky smile on my part. Puzzled face on his.
-Well, what do I do to see you once again?
-Phone me... I called out and with that walked far, far away.
Oh, isn't it fun to play with men sometimes?!!! lollll
As I mentioned before, alchool didn't have the best of times with Bruna - or she didn´t have the best of times with it... but at least she was able to call one of her friends to pick her up and still make him give both me and Ximena rides back home. And what a friend - or more like, what a car!!! Red, shinny, brand new convertible car with its sound system blasting away we rode through Fortaleza's early morning streets. Red light. Bruna nagging "driver boy". Car all of a sudden banging on the old, beaten up white pickup truck that was in our front. Breaks. Shrieks. Blasting music off. "Driver boy" out of the car and dealing with the angry front drivers. Ten minutes latter "Driver boy" comes back to the car with a smirk on his face.
-Heh! What R$20,00 doesn´t do! I told him that all I had in my wallet was R$20,00 and that it was that or us staying put for the next few hours. Since his car was completely irregular he agreed and left still feeling good about himself. Hahhaa...
-Relief! Ximena sighed
-Lets just get home. Was all I could say
Blasting music back on. Arrived home. Shower. Get dressed. Prepare class. Off for a longgggggg day of work without a drop of sleep.
*Cell phone beeps*
Hum...new message. Let me check it out.
"Good morning sunshine. Kisses." - "Mr. Perfect"
What a GREAT friday night!!!
