I went on a date last night, and there's no way I can walk away from that experience without pointing out the quite apparent differences between Colombian guys and American guys.
His name is Miguel and we met at Gringo Tuesdays. He actually has the ability to dance by himself, without a girl on him. We danced all night and never once grinded. He spun me around and twirled me and tried to teach me how to salsa (note that I say 'tried').
He asked me if I wanted a beer, and not because he was trying to make me feel obliged to go home with him, or get me drunk enough to do so. When I left, he walked me out the door and got my number and told me he would call me tomorrow.
I was not expecting to hear from him in the first place, because I cannot tell you the number of times I've met a (American) guy or something who said he would text me and then never did. But he actually called me. Like, on the phone. An actual phone call. I don't think American guys even use the call function on their phones anymore.
As if that weren't enough of a shock, he asked me to go out to dinner and to get drinks. Which maybe is normal for other people, I don't know, but I've been on about three dates in my life. The most recent was a few months ago, back in the US. We went to the movies. When we walked up to the movie ticket counter, the girl asked him, 'One ticket or two?' He paused for a minute, turned his head and looked at me, and then turned his head back. 'One.'
This is what I get in America. People like that and people I only hear from at 2:00 a.m. when they are drunk.
Miguel gave me his jacket when I was cold, even though I had on a sweater and he only had on a short-sleeve shirt. He held the door for me walking into the restaurant, which was a really pretty, cute little place called La Comedia. It had cool artsy graffiti drawings all over the walls and was super dark with real candles on the table, long spindly ones with the wax dripping down the stems. He paid for everything, no questions asked.
Afterward, he rode the bus with me all the way home and walked me to the door, even though it was completely out of his way.
Need I say more?
SEPT 18.
His name is Miguel and we met at Gringo Tuesdays. He actually has the ability to dance by himself, without a girl on him. We danced all night and never once grinded. He spun me around and twirled me and tried to teach me how to salsa (note that I say 'tried').
He asked me if I wanted a beer, and not because he was trying to make me feel obliged to go home with him, or get me drunk enough to do so. When I left, he walked me out the door and got my number and told me he would call me tomorrow.
I was not expecting to hear from him in the first place, because I cannot tell you the number of times I've met a (American) guy or something who said he would text me and then never did. But he actually called me. Like, on the phone. An actual phone call. I don't think American guys even use the call function on their phones anymore.
As if that weren't enough of a shock, he asked me to go out to dinner and to get drinks. Which maybe is normal for other people, I don't know, but I've been on about three dates in my life. The most recent was a few months ago, back in the US. We went to the movies. When we walked up to the movie ticket counter, the girl asked him, 'One ticket or two?' He paused for a minute, turned his head and looked at me, and then turned his head back. 'One.'
This is what I get in America. People like that and people I only hear from at 2:00 a.m. when they are drunk.
Miguel gave me his jacket when I was cold, even though I had on a sweater and he only had on a short-sleeve shirt. He held the door for me walking into the restaurant, which was a really pretty, cute little place called La Comedia. It had cool artsy graffiti drawings all over the walls and was super dark with real candles on the table, long spindly ones with the wax dripping down the stems. He paid for everything, no questions asked.
Afterward, he rode the bus with me all the way home and walked me to the door, even though it was completely out of his way.
Need I say more?
SEPT 18.
This isn't the same place we went to that night, it's a different bar/restaurant he took me to: emphasis on the quality dates, as well as the awesome little places like this that are all over Bogota. Is it not SO PERFECT
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