Musings

So I'm here, sitting in my apartment in Fort Lauderdale Florida.

Writing what has transpired in the last two months would take too much time. So I'll just write things that are I'm dealing with these days. To begin with, I still can't get over the fact that Florida is B-E-AUTIFUL! It feels so alive.

My roommate is in the living room, watching something in TV. I'm here in my room, typing away, to the background sound of Howie Day's Collide. We bought groceries a while ago and I bought a new set of speakers for my aging computer. I'm sitting on this comfy chair that invites a little bit of slouching every now and then. The climate, though a little humid, is just appropriate.

The people are friendly and lively. My friend and I would sometimes stroll by the beach on a lazy Saturday afternoon, observing the beach goers. We'll go to the local Hooters overlooking the beach, watching the people below and without a care in the world. A cold mug of beer quenches the thirst brought about by the hot Florida sun.

Life, it seems these days is good.

And of course there's the nightlife. But we'll not go into that. That's probably another story on it's own.

... Well, f*ck it. I'm gonna tell it anyways :)

I've always prided myself for not being drunk for even once in my life. It gave me a sense that I'm always in control of my senses. But somehow, I question that and perhaps it's because this that makes me tight in social situations. So, on a whim, my friend and I went to this .... place.

There was Lola, Faith, Ayisha and Angelina. And no, I'm not making up these names. We actually met these lovely ladies (not at the same time though, but through the course of the night). I was only planning to drink one bottle, as I was the driver, and just enjoyed the music and sights on display--if you know what I mean. :)

But you have to mingle and mess with these ladies every now and then, and alcohol is the glue that holds things together. You drink *with* them.

You laugh at whatever things that you and the lady talk about--topics that will escape you in the morning except for the hangover that came with it.

Of them all, I was enthralled by Faith. I couldn't tell if she was a Latina or not. But she had long dark hair a cute face with what I think was a dimple. I couldn't really see in the dark. She had the cutest smile anyone can come up with.

For the night, I was happy. I felt wanted.

We talked a lot. About her and a lot about myself as well. When the discussion is going into "serious" topics, I'd stir it out and make fun of myself. To just keep the conversation light. It was just for the night, and it's a terrible thing to waste it on things like those.

In the end, it was only for the night. She liked me. But I didn't go and went to seal the deal. It didn't feel right. I wanted it to stay the way it was. We connected and bonded and I felt a sense of gratitude that we came here. When I go there again, I won't be looking for her. What's the point? But if I do see her, I'll definitely say hi. :)