Hand in Hand

You are on my noodle, R Hottie. Contact me.

I last heard from you last week Wednesday morning. You liked my art on FB a couple days ago.

Thanks for the bread crumbs, much? You don’t come across to me as the fuckboy type.

According to the advice from platonic male friends, or as Chris Rock would call them “Dicks in glass cases”, you aren’t ready.

Best,

Elena

R Hottie : Hotline Bling

The next day after meeting R Hottie, I was SURE I was going to hear from him. I felt excited, happy–sexy even.

I woke up early enough to see that it was a beautiful day and made the solid decision on lazy thought to go to the beach either today or tomorrow.

Of course, the next thought that popped into my mind: I wonder when I will hear from him?

Such a girl moment. I proceeded with my day running errands and ate at Suviche.

Then I get a FB message notification on my phone…

It was him! R Hottie! Wait? What? Why is he contacting me here through FB?

FB Message reads:
blurb
So, my real name has a unique spelling– he remembered and found me.

He then called me right when I was getting home and we talked on the phone for a while:

“I don’t know why my phone didn’t save your number. I was pretty bummed about it, even my friends made fun of me. Found you on FB….”

The rest of the call was nice and he was going to a Gala that night which he had to get ready for . He told me he was looking forward to seeing me again. As was I!

I met up with a friend later and we went out and had a blast bar and lounge hopping. Checked out Electric Pickle (meh too early), Beaker & Gray (meh just wasn’t feeling it), went to Lost Weekend (Ok, we love the cheap drinks–we stay), then finally ended up at Purdy (the Dirty Purdy!)

Got home pretty tired, like at 4AM . Knocked hella out.

Woke up at 8AM-ish and saw:

Missed call from R Hottie : 6:35AM

TBC…

R Hottie

So unexpectedly, I met this man— let’s refer to him as R Hottie earlier this month at the Miami Film Festival Opening Party.

I was dancing and moving around with my group of friends all night– it was a blast but I have been in my 5in heels for the last few hours and I am already feeling the need to sit down. There is of course, very limited seating and ALAS! I found a single chair at an occupied table. Mind you, its dark lighting, plus I am feeling buzzed.

I sat down on the chair without looking up and said, “I am sorry to take your chair but I only need it for a few seconds” and then a male voice responds,

“How many seconds is that, exactly?”

I looked up to see who was talking to me and there he was… R Hottie. He was wearing a nice smile, slicked curly hair, a white shirt and jean jacket. He was wearing these round glasses and I swear, I saw a spark there.

Thinking to myself — he is sexy!

“Well, more like 6 minutes rather than a few seconds”

R Hottie’s smile widens and said, “Well for the next 360 seconds this chair is available to you!”

We hit it off. We started talking–danced with me–mind you, I am NOT a good salsa dancer at all–but he was cool about it and we still had a great time. This event was open bar so we drank together, shared small talks with friends. I felt awesome. Everything was awesome. R Hottie leaned in for a kiss but I leaned back– I just felt it wasn’t the right moment. But I definitely wanted to.

He took my phone number and offered for me to stay at the party (as my squad was ready to leave) but I opted to leave with my ppl. We said our cya laters and I left with a big smile on my face.

TBC…

 

Miles Davis

I wonder if you are thinking of me too… that’s the first time I wonder about you today. You went from being thought of all the time to barely there. Progress!

Last night, the song “It Never Entered My Mind” by Miles Davis Quintet was playing on my Spotify. Beautiful song. It moved me. Finally—a song that exactly knows how I feel. A song without lyrics but a song with jazz and trumpet melodies.

Everyone take a listen:

https://open.spotify.com/track/0m560umx98aGNhKQvrFZMT

But you know what.. that the beauty of writing on this thing– therapeutic and I am pushing through now, realizing that I no longer miss you.

I refuse to sit on time with this–you don’t deserve it. Thank goodness I am moving on and moving forward.

Amazing how one can meet new and interesting people in such a short amount of time to make one see things in a brighter and exciting perspective aka HOPE

Fuck the rest.

It never entered my mind. Define “it” for yourself.

 

 

My Truth

Oh you know.. just daydreaming.

Dear —,

I want to kiss you, feel our bodies warmth–our touch. I want to fall and rise in love with my best friend. Ride off into the sunset together and come home to each other. I want a family, sure I do–whether it ends up just being me and you or miracles of our own, I am happy. Whatever happens to either one of us or both of us we are each other’s support system. Let’s get married and love each other in every way possible. Kiss my entire body. Kiss your entire body. Worship our bodies. Nourish each other’s souls. Faithful, loyal, trust and sheer will is in my blood–offer me the same.

Be absolutely ridiculously happy.

Love,

Elena

New

Yeah I met someone new. Great story how we met, and I realize that if I can think about being with someone else, I have finally moved on and there is no looking back.

It is great to get to know someone new, someone that is actually more for you. Someone who makes effort to get to know you.

And even tho there is a possibility there is no real connection or just won’t lead to anywhere—I am happy.