Some of us turn our heads and some of us engage. I am one that engages. A stranger. Or a cause of events, particularly bad luck. Cancelled flights. Flat tires. Crowded coffee shops. Lonely holidays. And I search those that I encounter. Their words. Not blinded by sight, age, or situations. For I believe, nothing… [Read more…]
November 2, 2009
We all have all tolerances and those that we cannot stomach. A trip to New York, originally intended to be 7 days. Transformed into almost a month. I return to San Juan. A place I still call home, despite the truth I can no longer hide from– that it no longer is. I hold on… [Read more…]
September 5, 2009
Spontaneity and simplicity is incredibly sexy. Wednesday. A perfectly mixed cocktail of excitement, nerves and fear pulsed through my body–a body whose shape has never been better. Perfect, some say. A body that has yet to become acquainted with ‘A’, but whose mind is intrigued. I have never met a man like A. 33. Incredibly… [Read more…]
April 30, 2009
It was Friday. I agreed to lunch with the Impulsive Gentlemen. He showed up at my office, dapper as always. We go to the Parisian Bistro (yes, in Puerto Rico). He orders a bottle of wine to which I agreed to one glass. We joke, laugh and enjoy our meal. Before I rush back to… [Read more…]
February 26, 2009
The night ends. The hundred candles are a mere resemblance of what they were six hours ago. I still recall the warm invigorating scent. I still see the shadows dancing on walls that extended 20 feet into the sky. The inner courtyards exposed a veil of stars and a faint light shone from the watching… [Read more…]
February 23, 2009
Thoughts indistinct. Movement without significance. No moments this past weekend elicit a painting. I write of noise. A weekend in Vieques. Following my last minute decision, an impulsive text was sent to the very handsome man stranger from the gym Friday morning: Going to Vieques if u want One wrap following a work out and two lunches… [Read more…]
February 4, 2009
I hear one of the company’s partners hitting his desk, his ritual when he erupts in laughter or anger, but the banging strengthens, closing in from all directions. Construction perhaps? Perplexed and indifferent, I am too intent on satisfying my afternoon coffee cravings. “Attainingme, Attainingme …..get….. get out here.” My colleague’s sputtered screams. The words… [Read more…]
January 15, 2009
Because work is taking over I will post a writing whose title has remained by my side since the day I wrote it August 1, 2007 I hate the words I love you. A feeling of relief as a few moments pass. No doorbells. No returned anger. It is over. This war. His unleashing of… [Read more…]
November 10, 2008
Cont. from Parte 1. Sunday. I return home from El San Juan Hotel at 3am. For some reason, I wake up at 6:45am and decide to seize the day. I am walking my dog, as a car passes me, “heeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!” Two men are inside. I thought the driver was the gentlemen from dinner the night… [Read more…]
November 10, 2008
A random weekend. One chock full of straightforwardness. It reminds me of the time I smiled at drop-dead handsome man at the gym, amazed at my candor. I had returned from PR and I suppose the sun-kissed me, was also a more confident and secure me. Fast forward to him insisting on getting to know… [Read more…]
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