JERSEY MEETS MIAMI....

So I went on a date this past Saturday with a guy that I met online. How it all began, I was browsing online, on this dating website that I am registered to. I came across his profile and read it and thought, he seems different. I saw his pictures and thought he is an attractive guy, and to top it all off he is tall.

To find a tall Hispanic man in Miami it is rare. I think most of the tall Hispanic men that I know are all my brothers. 

We started messaging back and forth, and then went on to texting. Eventually we started talking on the phone. What I liked instantly was his voice, and especially loves his accent. He was born and raised in Jersey, so we will call him Jersey. His family is Cuban, so there is the Hispanic part. He is 6 ft 1 (a very tall glass of water). Our phone conversation lasted for about 2 hours that night.

On that phone call he had asked me out. I of course said yes.

Saturday comes a long and I was completely calm that whole day, until it was time for me to start getting ready. I had the biggest rush of nervousness come over me. I didn't know why, I started questioning it, asking myself why am I nervous; I normally don’t get nervous for these things. Then I realized the reason why I was nervous. I was nervous because I was going to wear the little black dress that I had recently bought. That was my first time ever wearing a dress on a date. For some reason it scared the ever living shit out of me. I normally ask my family and people around me how I look. I didn't have anyone to ask that, and I am trying to stop asking people for their thought of how I look, I should feel confident enough within me to know that I look good in something.

As I finished getting ready, I left my house feeling good about how I look, but still a bit nervous. Finally I got to the restaurant and let him know I was there. We met finally.  Face to face I was at eye level with him. I was wearing my cute black wedges that make me 6 ft tall. He has very nice eyes, and I loved his height. We started walking to the restaurant and making some small talk. We get inside and have to wait for our seats. So we go outside and start talking some more, he kept asking me if I was still nervous and trying to make me feel more comfortable. Finally we get to our seats and sit down and talk some more. Once we ordered our food, we kept talking and he kept looking under the table at my legs.

See he has read my blogs, and he recently read the little black dress blog, and he had questioned me on why I don’t wear shorts. I had told him that I had insecurity on my legs because they are too thick. Hence that is why he kept looking at them. It made me laugh that he was doing that. Finally he questioned me again on why I don’t wear shorts, I said to him that it is a long story and I will tell him one day. He told me he had time right now and he wanted to know. So I said fine, I told him that I would show him why I am insecure about my legs.

I pulled out my cell phone and started looking for a picture that I have saved to always remind myself never to get back to that.

I had found it, I passed him my phone and he asked me who that was. I said that was me. Then we got into the conversation about why I got that way. It wasn't difficult to talk about, I felt comfortable telling him the story. Sometimes it is hard to tell your story to certain people. He wasn't one of those. He made feel like I can tell him anything.

He told me that I shouldn't care what others think of me, he told me that I was beautiful. He was very sweet and very supportive for what I did with myself. Sometimes you don’t get that reaction. We continued our conversation, we laughed, I mainly laughing at him because every word he would say I was in awe because of his accent.

He was very kind, sweet, and attentive to what I wanted.

After dinner we ended up doing something pretty random, but of course that was my idea. We ended up going to Miccosukee to gamble a bit, we lost of course I suck at gambling. Then we had danced a little, which to my surprise he was a very good dancer, and that is something that I look for in a guy. I of course cannot dance Spanish music. I was able to show my stuff a bit later when they played some music that I dance too. 

I don’t know what will come out of this, but what I do know is that I had a good time, and we will be seeing each other again. I am glad I have met Jersey.

This is for you Jersey ( Ga head) J

Thanks for reading 

Catalina