Random Plans for Tomorrow Night
I spent last summer in San Diego. It was a special kind of summer where I spent all my days in the sun playing with kids [summer camp counselor job] and salsa dancing the night away.
On one random night of dancing I met this guy, let’s call him the Cuban. Because, he was-you guessed it- Cuban. [Ha,Ha]
Nothing ever happened between us other than really great chemistry on the dance floor. He made fun of my Argentinean accent and I, of course, of his Cuban accent. We flirted and he bought me a drink, and we switched numbers, but that was about it. We did try to hang out multiple times that summer but either I wasn’t available or he wasn’t available. Then I moved to LA and we occasionally talked and stayed in contact.
Randomly, this weekend he and a friend will be in town for a weekend of salsa dancing. He called me earlier this week for suggestions and to invite me to join him.
I invited my good friend, A, to come with me as well. I’m excited because it’s going to be a random adventure, with random friends, in a random place I’ve never been to.