A few weeks ago, my girlfriend and I decided to spend NYE in Panama City. We stayed in Calle Uruguay, allegedly the party capital of Panama City. As Carlson Daly counted down the seconds to midnight, my girlfriend and I were the only chicas in the club. The DJ gave us a shout out: "Dos Chicas necessito tequila" and boy did we EVER! Apparently all the Panamanians were celebrating the New Year with their families.
At around 2am, as we were club hopping, we met two Americans from Minneapolis. One of them had a clear interest in my gf, so I was stuck with the grenade. The four of us danced the night away. The grenade and I were making small talk and he told me that he used to be a reggae DJ. This 6ft 4in white male told me he was a raggae DJ. After 4 drinks, he slowly became more interesting to me, so I named him Mr. Bombastic. At the end of the night, he wanted to kiss me, naturally I wanted to play hard to get and gave him the cheek, we exchanged phone numbers. I don't know if it is the New Year or if I am just my desperate self, I saw flashing images of being a Mrs. Bombastic.
Mr. Bombastic and I exchanged several texts and decided to meet up a few days later in a different city.
Background:
Girlfriend and I have not slept for over 40 hours, this is after an 8 hour bus ride from Panama City to Boquete at 5am. The only thing we had to feast on were cinnamon raisin bread with guava jam. Needless to say we had a low immune system. I had a just a tinnnnnnnnnyyyyy little cold sore on the right corner of my mouth.
Fast Foward
Mr. Bombastic, his sidekick and my friend and I met up for dinner. My minuscule cold sore has blossomed into a full adult fever blister! I tried to sit in the dark and having Mr. Bombastic on my left side. This time, he did not try to make a move on me, he half assed in holding my hand. The next day, I politely texted him a cordial message saying that I had fun and that we should keep in touch.
A few days later...This is after my gf and I have already planned my dream wedding with Bombastic, she has already planned her speech at my wedding.
NOTHING! and that is the end of my relationship with Mr. Bombastic, I can't even shag shaggy.
At around 2am, as we were club hopping, we met two Americans from Minneapolis. One of them had a clear interest in my gf, so I was stuck with the grenade. The four of us danced the night away. The grenade and I were making small talk and he told me that he used to be a reggae DJ. This 6ft 4in white male told me he was a raggae DJ. After 4 drinks, he slowly became more interesting to me, so I named him Mr. Bombastic. At the end of the night, he wanted to kiss me, naturally I wanted to play hard to get and gave him the cheek, we exchanged phone numbers. I don't know if it is the New Year or if I am just my desperate self, I saw flashing images of being a Mrs. Bombastic.
Mr. Bombastic and I exchanged several texts and decided to meet up a few days later in a different city.
Background:
Girlfriend and I have not slept for over 40 hours, this is after an 8 hour bus ride from Panama City to Boquete at 5am. The only thing we had to feast on were cinnamon raisin bread with guava jam. Needless to say we had a low immune system. I had a just a tinnnnnnnnnyyyyy little cold sore on the right corner of my mouth.
Fast Foward
Mr. Bombastic, his sidekick and my friend and I met up for dinner. My minuscule cold sore has blossomed into a full adult fever blister! I tried to sit in the dark and having Mr. Bombastic on my left side. This time, he did not try to make a move on me, he half assed in holding my hand. The next day, I politely texted him a cordial message saying that I had fun and that we should keep in touch.
A few days later...This is after my gf and I have already planned my dream wedding with Bombastic, she has already planned her speech at my wedding.
NOTHING! and that is the end of my relationship with Mr. Bombastic, I can't even shag shaggy.
No comments:
Post a Comment