8:11 AM - Tuesday, Dec. 26, 2006
Avelino
So, I'm ready to talk about one fraction of my trip to Boston here... I'll never write about the rest of the trip. It wasn't negative. It's just in respect to the person I travelled with.
I want to talk about Avelino. A part of me is afraid to talk about him because I fear if I do, he won't be special anymore. On the other hand, I want to write about him because he is special.
Let me fill you in on how we met.
I was downstairs at the hotel bar drinking strawberry daquiries and doing some people watching when this random man keeps walking by the booth I'm sitting in. It's obvious that he's going outside for a smoke break, but as he walks by the booth, he keeps checking me out. I think nothing of it, of course. But then he says something on one of his trips by, and the stupid drunk girl in me invites him to sit down if he'd like after his latest smoke break. And so he does.
I find out that this man is from Germany on business in Boston. For awhile, I'm like, "Cool. I'm meeting a foreign man and having a friendly conversation." But then he drapes his arm around me and says, "I think you're beautiful." What was I supposed to say to that but thank you? So I told him thank you. Well, then he starts to kiss the side of my face. I remember elbowing him and saying something like, "Hey.. what do you think you're doing?" The German man says something like, "I just want to kiss you." He then proceeds to put his hand on my chin and turn my face towards him so that he can plant a wet one on my lips.
Now, remember. I'm drunk so my reaction time has slowed down quite a bit here, but I did manage to pull myself back and look at him oddly. He just laughed and continued to kiss the side of my face and along my neck. I thought about climbing under the table to get away from him but I was having enough trouble focusing on keeping myself from falling over in the booth... so I did the next best thing I could think of which was grab my cell phone off the table and say something like, "Hang on a second. I need to make a phone call."
I would have slapped him but with his arm draped around my shoulder the way it was, he had my arms pinned down in such a way that I could only move my bottom arms and reach my own face. So I grab my cell phone. I call up a certain someone to no avail. I try calling them again to no avail so I leave a "Help me!" message on their cell phone.
By this time my mind is working fast and I come up with the brilliant idea to call the room number but I don't know the phone number to the hotel. So as this guy is walking past, I call out, "Hey!" And he's like, "yeah?" And I'm like, "Do you know the number to the hotel?" And he's like, "Nope. Sorry, I don't." And he walks on. So then another guy goes walking past and I haven't given up hope yet... especially since by this time the German man is starting to feel me up. I know I should be pissed off that he felt me up and basically grabbed my breasts, but sadly I'm used to drunk men doing just that so it doesn't even phase me anymore. Anyhow, I hollar out, "Hey!" and basically repeat the same scenario.. except this time the guy leans into the booth and says, "No, I'm sorry I don't but I can find out for you." I was so excited, I was like, "Yes, please do! Please please please do! I really need to call my room up and I need that number."
He starts to go get me the phone number but then he hesitates. "Are you okay?" he asks me. I think he saw the panic in my eyes or heard the desperation in my voice. I was like, "No! So please get me that number. Please!" He does me one better. He goes to the German guy, "Hey.. why don't you come over to my table and join my friends and I for a drink." The German guy goes, "That's okay. I'm fine here." And then goes back to kissing me up. The guy goes, "No, man. Listen. Come on over to my friends table and have a drink with us." Somehow he convinced the guy to do just that. I was so relieved I was like, "thank you!" He showed the German guy over to his table and I thought that was the end of it.
So while I'm waiting for the waitress to come around so I can pay my bill, this guy comes back. He sits down across from me and he says, "Are you sure you're all right?" I tell him, "Yes. Now I am. Thank you." And I tell him how I'm waiting to pay my bill... and he continues with a conversation with me. "So this guy just started making out with you for no reason?" And I'm like, "Yep." And he's like, "And you're not with him and you don't know him?" And I'm like, "Nope."
Well, then the German guy comes back and sits back down beside me. I'm like, "Ah, shit!" No sign of the waitress. No call back on my cell phone. What the hell was I going to do? But this guy.. he seems to know the guy is a smoker.. and he's like, "I think its time for a smoke break." And he gives me this look as if to signal to me to go along with it. And somehow I catch on and I do go along with it. I tell the waitress who has finally showed up that I'll be right back.. I'm pretending to go out for a smoke break with some guy to get him away from me. She's like, "Okay."
So this guy and I pretend to go out for a smoke break, and while the German guy makes it completely outside, we merely stand in the hallway talking. I get a phone call from Cory during this and I tell him I'll call him back later. In the meantime, my savior tells me his name... Avelino. And somehow I trust him enough to give him my phone number so he can call me sometime. My phone rings and its the friend I'm staying with.. and while I'm on the phone with him Avelino calls me. I look at the number then look at Avelino and start laughing. "Stop that," I said and went back to talking to my friend. I told him, "Don't worry! I've been saved. Avelino saved me."
So I'm talking to this friend on the cell phone and I'm telling him that Avelino's going to help me pay my bill and walk me back up to the room so I'll be there in a few minutes. This friend tells me no.. that he'd come down to collect me. Avelino helps me pay for my drinks, though and sits with me until the friend arrives... we sit at the table, all three of us together, and stuff is swapped back and forth but since it involves this friend I won't go into it... and Avelino asks if he can call me sometime. I tell him yes. I'd love that. And I give him a big old hug and a kiss smack on the lips before I'm escorted drunkenly back to the room.
The next night I give him a random phone call just to see what he's up too. Call it curiosity, but something inside me made me call him up. No answer, so I left him a message. The night proceeded forward and I missed his return phone call. That's okay, though. The next morning I saw that he had called and I called him back. It was Friday and I had the entire day to myself including the evening.. so I decided I'd make plans with him if he wanted to go hang out or something. He did. I told him I didn't have a car. He told me he'd pick me up about 8. So for the next how many hours, I was excited about my impending date with my savior... going so far as to hit the CVS for just a tiny bit of make-up and feeling good.
So about 8 PM he picks me up at the hotel. The first thing he says to me is, "My God. You look beautiful." I had to give him a giggle. I was all ready wondering what planet this guy came from. The only thing I knew about him was that he went to college somewhere and that he had saved me from the clutches of a drunken German man. Yet, here I was sitting inside his car being driven to some other part of Boston with this random stranger. Anything could have happened but I trusted him.
We get to his apartment and go into his bedroom to watch a movie. Before you assume anything, yes.. I was completely aware of where this was heading long before I even called him up to go do anything that night. So, we're watching this movie and drinking a little bit.. and thats when I make my move. Yes, I made the first move. Nothing wrong with that. I knew what I wanted and I was going after it. And he responded fully to my advances. So to make a long sex story short, we had sex. We had such hard core long lasting sex that we lasted longer than the movie.. and by the time I stood up my legs were shaking. By the time I got back to the hotel, my entire body was sore and I had a heart shaped bruise on my knee.
Now before anybody judges me... let me just say this. Here was this handsome man, a college athlete (he runs track for the college he goes to) who saved me from the clutches of a drunken moron, who continuously complimented me. There was an attraction from the very beginning on both parts, and I wasn't about to let my morals stand in the way of having a good time. I was on vacation, damn it. It just helped that he was fucking hot, excuse my french. I have a thing for men's arms and his are extremely built. Not only that but his entire body's sculpted like a greek god.
Afterwards as he cuddled with me (his idea, not mine), I couldn't help but think... "how is it possible this man wants ME?" I told him we didn't have to cuddle but he insisted. He was like, "but I want to get to know you." On the car ride over to his place, I had found out he's only 24. How many 24 year olds are like this? This is the first one I've met. I told him I was 29. He said, "Age is just a number." I asked him how old he thought I was.. he told me I looked like I was 20.
Later, Avelino asked me if we could hang out on Saturday night but I told him that depended on the friend I was visiting. Needless to say, we didn't get to see each other again. He called me on Sunday before my plane took off to wish me a safe trip home, and asked that I call him up to let him know that I made it home okay. He was the third person I called the minute I got off the plane.
Since then, we've been randomly talking on the phone, and he's looking into flying out here to see me in January. We talked about it yesterday on the phone after wishing each other Merry Christmas. I'm going with the flow on this one. If something develops further, then it was meant to be. If not, I've made a very good friend whom I would love to continue meeting up with and hanging out.
See why he's so special to me?
Now, I denied sleeping with him to certain friends. I didn't want to hurt their feelings or have them assume that I just go about spreading my legs for strangers that I meet - something I really don't do but did this one particular time. But, I can't protect people and hide my truths just to save them pain.... I've been struggling with that ever since I've gotten home from Boston, worrying about everybody else and how they'd react if they knew the truth. It matters to me what they think, but it only should to a degree. It shouldn't consume me the way it has been. I'm not in charge of their happiness and I can't go through life denying myself simple pleasures in fear of how it will affect them. That's just wrong.
Anyhow, I have to get to work. It's after 9 AM now and I still need to drive over to the other side of town.
