My Mexican Summer Fling

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She was there for a week. A vacation with her mother and older sister. I thought she was quite cute when I first saw her. At 5’2″ she was much shorter than me. Always a good start. The pressure was applied when my Mexican workmates started in with their talk.

They were dogs. I’ve never been a dog. I’m too nice, which isn’t to say I’ve never wanted to be a dog. Here was my chance, and I had to act fast.

Way back in 1996 I was 20-years-old. I was living and working in San Jose del Cabo, a small town on the Baja peninsula in Mexico, about a 30-minute drive south of the popular resort town of Cabo San Lucas. I was an animador, one of those annoying, arrogant young people in all-inclusive resorts who play loud music around the pool, talk on microphones, pour drinks down your throats, and make you do embarrassing things on stage.

WAY too much tequila

Of course, I also had to do plenty of embarrassing things on stage. But the copious amounts of tequila — which, surprisingly, I can no longer stomach to this day — took care of the nerves.

I don’t recall the details, but I remember sitting with her on the beach, just down a ways from the hotel. The sun was dropping below the horizon and she was sitting in front of me, my arms wrapped around her. She turned her neck and we kissed. Within hours we were in bed together.

At the time I lived in a house with three of my co-workers. We used to get picked up by the hotel driver in a little old red VW bug. We’d squish in there for the 10-minute drive to the hotel. That morning, we squished in a little tighter, to make room for her.

For that week we were inseparable. She hung around the pool while I worked, and at night all of us would take taxis to Cabo and party the night away in bars with names like Squid Row and Cabo Wabo. We slept together every night she was there. Then came the time for her to leave. To go back home to Seattle.

It was a sad affair, probably because we’re both romantics and neither was much into the one-night-stand thing. Keeping in touch was a chore. This was pre-Skype/Facebook/iPhone days. The Internet was around, but definitely not in a big way, and certainly not in Mexico. I remember getting called once in a while. “Carlo, you have a call at the bar.”

It was always exciting to get to talk to her. Over a month, we even exchanged a couple of hand-written letters in the mail. It was most exciting when she gave me some good news on one of those calls: her and her sister were flying back. Apparently, she hadn’t had enough of me.

I met them at their hotel, which was about half-way between San Jose and Cabo San Lucas. That night we had sex. The next morning, everything changed.

I can’t say what happened, exactly, except that my interest in her went from 10 to zero overnight. I was genuinely happy to see her again, but then I just wished she would leave. My behaviour became deplorable. Looking back, I feel embarrassed. But at the time, I couldn’t help myself.

I pushed her away. I pushed her into the arms of one of my co-workers, who I’m sure wasn’t too fussed about it. She may have been trying to make me jealous, but truth be told, I really didn’t care. We said our goodbyes when her time came to leave again.

Skit in a comedy show

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A few months later I would return home to Vancouver. The funny thing was, we kept in touch with each other, and she actually came to visit a couple times with some friends. I’d changed again and liked having her around. We even made out again. But, as happens, we lost touch and that was that.

I can chalk all this up to being, as they say, “young, dumb and full of cum.” But it was against my nature and it didn’t happen again. What I’m left wondering though, is why that happens. Why did I fall for her, keep in touch with her, have her fulfill my desire of her coming back, then promptly dismiss her after we had sex?

Many of you reading this might just brush this off as “what’s the big deal?” I guess it’s that it was so far out of my character, even when I was 20. I’m reminded of a song by My Morning Jacket called Librarian. There’s a line that asks, “What is it inside our heads, that makes us do the opposite…makes us do the opposite, of what’s right, for us?”

What is it?

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