Two Friends and A Tropical Getaway

From the title you'd think this is going to be the story of new found love right? WRONG! Where the hell do I begin to tell this LONG story? I'll start with the history of "Kevin" and I.

We met in school four years ago (damn time flies). He was the milk chocolate brother that caught the eyes of quite a few woman not only in our program, but also in the Physical Therapy, Diagnostic Medical Imaging and Midwifery programs. Personally, I thought Kevin was attractive, but not really my taste; he didn't really get my mojo going. I know that he was attracted to me (women, you know when a guy is into you right?, but he never acted on it. Who knows why, could have been his shyness or fear of rejection. Perhaps it was the fact that I was in a relationship and he didn't want to disrespect my relationship. Guess that'll remain a mystery....

After weeks of women flirting with him a certain woman won his affection, "Rain". Although neither of them said it, it was quite apparent that Rain and Kevin were doing "them" when class was not in session (if you know what I mean). If you don't know what I mean, doing "them" means engaging in sexual activity and building a romantic relationship in private.

I left the program in December of 2004 and they kept on dating. After leaving I maintained contact with a few of my classmates, including Kevin. He informed me that things didn't work out with him and Rain, but that they chose to remain friends.

My relationship with Kevin for the last four years has been one in which we dish about our dating dramas, stresses of school and stresses of work. While having our in depth conversations I've toyed with the idea of him and I becoming a couple, but never acted on it. I guess back then I was old fashioned, I didn't want to make the first move.... From reading my blogs I guess you can say that I've changed huh?

Kevin and I had hooked up on various occasions and enjoyed each other's company, but never did anything. Well, we came close once.... After a night of drinking and dancing at a pub in Brooklyn I went back to his place. We both stumbled in and tried my best to get ready for bed. Kevin attempted to give me a goodnight kiss as I made myself cozy on his sofa (he had a studio at the time and I went for the sofa once I changed clothes), but I didn't go for it - I didn't want to do anything with him in that state, it just didn't feel right....

Fast forward to the beginning of December. I received a text message from a girlfriend that was worthy of forwarding. It read "Before 2008 is over you and I should______". This message was sent to Kevin and he responded, "hug and kiss or kiss and hug". I must admit, I was a bit caught off guard by that response so I responded "awww, you're so sweet." - Yeah that was cheesy, but it was the only thing that I could think of in such short notice. A few moments later he sent me another message that caught me off guard even more, "I'm going to Puerto Rico next week, wanna come?" I was in shock! A plethora of things went through my mind: "Is this a good idea?", "Can I get the days off from work?", "Is this his polite way of trying to take our friendship to a different level?"

I asked all those questions and then I asked one more, "why are you thinking so much? Just go!" I did just that, I went to Puerto Rico!

Friday, December 12th, 2008 - Adios NY!

Kevin met me at my house at 4:40am. He drove his car to my place and we hopped in the cab to head to JFK. Our flight was for 6:00am, so we were cutting it very close! We made it and boarded Jet Blue flight 718 - Puerto Rico here I come! While on the plane I rested my head on his shoulder and he rested his hand on my thigh. It was cool, this was just a friendly trip (that's what I kept telling myself)). We landed safely at around 11:00am and made our way to the shuttle provided by the hotel. The weather was gorgeous and we couldn't wait to get out to the beach.

While en route to the hotel, we stopped at a local restaurant to grab some authentic cuisine (baked chicken with rice and beans) then we went to a nearby liquor store to buy two big bottles of Cruzan rum and a big bottle of Bacardi light. Sweet! This short getaway was starting off lovely! We checked in and I learned that there were two Queen-sized beds in the room. Whew! - That was a load off my mind. I gotta admit before I left NY I was thinking about the set-up of our room. The thought of one large king-sized bed would have been an awkward arrangement, considering neither Kevin or I defined what our relationship was at that particular moment.

We made our way to our room, mountain view, and I scrutinized the room. The beds were plush and looked comfortable. I plopped down on the bed that I claimed to be mine (the one nearest to the balcony) for the remainder of the trip. Next onto the bathroom, very nice! Marble counter tops, nice bathtub and Bath & Body Works lotions, shampoo, conditioner and sun tan lotion. Last stop, the balcony. The sun enticed us as we overlooked the trees and the serene scenery!

Lunch was consumed soon after and we toasted to our safe arrival and a long weekend of fun. Before I knew it we'd both relaxed a little too much... So much that we fell asleep. When I woke up the sun had already set, damn - missed the beach.

I woke Kevin up and we went out onto the balcony to catch up; Erykah Badu's
"New Amerykah" and Cruzan mango & coconut rum set the mood. After indulging in conversation and drinks I suggested we go down to the jacuzzi since we missed the beach - he agreed. I threw on my two-piece with a a tank and shorts to cover it and put on his trunks. Since Cruzan has no color I thought I'd bring some down to the jacuzzi in a water bottle. How lush-like! LOL

We made it down to the beach and took in the beauty of the ocean. The moon was bright, the water was beautiful (but cold) and the palm trees swayed to the beat of the warm tropical breezes. Soon after walking on the shore we ventured to the jacuzzi to dip in the warm water.....

Too much Cruzan + a jacuzzi + horniness = a mistake, a BIG MISTAKE. The water was a bit too warm for me so I decided to sit on the concrete surrounding the jacuzzi and kept my feet and calves in the water. I suppose my legs looked rather tantalizing because Kevin kissed my right thigh like it was a succulent peach. Mmmmmmmm, it did feel good. I went back into the water -- guzzle guzzle guzzle (another sip of Cruzan)then came back out because I was getting too warm. Before I knew it, the kisses were coming every few seconds - right thigh - left thigh - neck - neck - lips. "OMG, I'm kissing Kevin. Am I really doing this?" I most certainly was! Before I knew it the act had been committed, the line had been crossed, Kevin was no longer just a platonic friend, he was my sexual partner.

It started off in the jacuzzi, but I demanded he bring me out onto the lounge chairs, I wanted to feel everything (without water ruining the friction). As I type this I still can't that I took it there. We took it there without protection! That's the worse part about the whole ordeal. Pregnancy was the least of my concerns. In this day and age women have far more to be worried about.

We made our way to the lounge chairs and continued with this sexcapade. I told him that I wanted to have him and he proceeds to say "my d*ck isn't working at the moment." - WTF?!?!?!?!?!? I was livid! Blackout #1 - I came to and saw that he was orally pleasuring me.... Ehh, it was mediocre, I don't recall specific details because I was really drunk.

Blackout #2 - I came to and I was on top of him, but he was not inside of me. We made out, but I don't recall the taste of his lips.

Blackout #3 - I came to and I realized I was asleep.... I was asleep atop Kevin bottomless and with my tatas out! I rose slowly as I worked on getting my bearings together. OH SH*T I'm on top of Kevin. Where the hell is the rest of my bikini? Where the hell are his trunks? Did anyone see us sleeping there in our drunken stupor? Did anyone see his poor attempt to use his broke down penis to penetrate my vaginal orifice? I quickly put the rest of my swimsuit on and woke him up. "Get up, we're bugging, we need to go to our room", is what I told him. He woke up in a haste and put his trunks on quickly.

We stumbled back towards our room but had a quick detour (I was hungry - you know how hungry you get after you drink right?). We made a pit stop at the 24-hour bakery and I made a quick purchase, a chicken salad wrap - hit the spot! We made it to our room and the liquor was wearing off (at least for me). I indulged in my wrap and Kevin ate the rest of the food we'd purchased earlier from the restaurant near the resort.

We eventually dozed off in the bed with him and he held my waist all night. No hanky-panky whatsoever and I was cool with that.

Saturday, December 13th - Where Do We Go From Here?

I woke up after a few hours and reached for my BlackBerry, 6;15am. Apparently my body was still in work mode, why the hell else would I wake up so early while on vacay? I got up to use the restroom then returned to Kevin's bed for a few more hours of sleep.

The wake-up call we received from the hotel woke us up around 11:00am. Game plan for the day: Hit the beach. He went to use the restroom and I went to my bed. When he came out (in just a wifebeater - ewwww..... I was not trying to imagine what was underneath that undershirt... A limp d**k, yuck, Yuck and YUCK!!!) I decided that I was going to say something, I had to talk about last night.

We spoke about how drunk we were, how crazy the whole ordeal was and so forth. It was agreed that there was a mutual attraction between us for quite some time, but that it was never clearly defined.

After the convo we decided to go down to one of the hotel's restaurants to grab brunch and then head to the sand to soak up some rays. Thankfully, there was no awkwardness whatsoever between the two of us (like I thought there would be). Sunbathing took up the bulk of our afternoon and I drunk in all of the sun's rays (along with a water bottle of Cruzan). My skin glowed and I felt rejuvenated. While Kevin tanned on his back I stole glances. I thought to myself "damn he has a nice physique! Nice chest and stomach... Damn he has nice arms.... Damn, too bad I don't feel 'it'....". "It" being the chemistry.

We stayed out until the sun was about to set and went back to room. Back to the hotel room for a shower and a quick change. We chilled in our room until the evening, we decided to head downtown to San Juan; the hot spot to party. We wanted a taste of Puerto Rock nightlife and we wanted to take in the sites.

We went to Raices, a popular restaurant chain in PR, and met up with new friends we met (the hotel worker invited us out to hang with her and her husband). We hopped around San Juan (historical sites, the ghetto, various lounges and clubs) and had a great time. Everyone but the driver consumed a few cocktails, needless we were all more than buzzed!

En route back to the hotel, I noticed that Kevin was a bit touchy-feely.... Perhaps all the alcohol we consumed made him frisky. I knew that I was not going to do anything else with him!! Friday night was a mistake. I didn't want to make anymore mistakes for the remainder of the trip.

We made it back to the room and I sobered up with the quickness! I opened the door and made a mad dash for MY bed. I cleared my clothes off my bed then went into the restroom to change. When I came back out, Kevin was staggering around the room in search of something(I have no clue what he was looking for). I went underneath the covers and he went to use the restroom. When he came out, I thought he was going to make an attempt to come in the bed with me and I was right! He walked over to my bed and said "I'd like to join you tonight. If I start snoring and it bothers you, let me know and I will go back into my bed." - HELL NO YOU'RE NOT INVITED IN HERE, is what I wanted to say, but I didn't. Instead I retorted "Awww, Kevin, I want to spread out in my own bed tonight and have a good night's sleep, I'm sorry. I want my own space tonight." - He looked at me for about 5 seconds without uttering a word. All he did was say "REJECTIONNNNN" (he dragged the word out). I quickly shot back "boy please, you know it's not even like that!" When in all actuality it was like that.

My fingers went to town! I sent out a mass text to all my girlfriends. This was a '9-1-1 Melinda emergency'!!!! I typed "I'm starting to be mean to him. I'm buzzed and can't help it, the real me is coming out! I cringed a total of 7x when he touched me tonight (I was referring to the light touches on my waist and/or shoulder {I had on a tube top}). I just played him. He asked to join me in the bed and I told him that I wanted to stretch out, he responds "Rejection". LMAO, he's not stupid!" Thankfully I have wise friends, they calmed me down and encouraged me to enjoy the rest of the trip despite his sexual advances.

While texting my friends back and forth he said "you sure are texting a lot over there." Oops, was I that obvious? Apparently I wasn't as sober as I though I was. You know what, I didn't care! That was mean huh?

Sunday, December 14th, - Day 3 - Why Am I Here..... With Kevin?!?!?!

We were supposed to go on a expedition to the Rain forest, but we were both too hungover to go anywhere. We woke up late and decided to have lunch by the beach side grill. At this point I wished I were there with another gentleman, even Metro would have been welcome! I wanted romance and I was not going to find it with Kevin.

Kevin beat me down there since I was lollygaggin'. I took an extra long shower and let the steam help me unwind. Eventually I made it down to the beach to join him. We met at the bar and indulged in burgers and mango madness's spiked with Bacardi 151 - nice. He left right after our meal because he signed up to view a presentation. I took it easy and caught some more rays. The weather was beautiful and I was enjoyed myself as I zoned out to my iPod tunes!

We ate dinner again by the grill and he started to repulse me! The sound of him smacking his food was so annoying. He sounded like a barnyard animal during feeding time. Wtf? Was he raised by hippopotamuses? Why would a human chew their food like that? Needless to say, it was hard for me to enjoy my meal - the loud sound of mastication is never appetizing.

We went back to the room to wait for our friends to call us. The plan was for us to go Pinones (a part of PR near San Juan) to eat at a restaurant and perhaps go to a club since it was our last night there. Before we met up with out friends Kevin decided to go down to the jacuzzi because his back was bothering him. He invited me down with him, but I declined. In the back of my mind I wondered if he thought we'd have a repeat of Friday.... That was definitely not going to happen if I could help it! Was I putting too much thought into it? Was I really blowing things out of proportion? I opted to take a nice hot bubble bath with a glass of rum & coke instead.

Before going out Kev blazed and he was out of it; his eyes were blood shot red, he moved slow and he kept staring at me. It "weirded" me out. He leered at me like I was a scantily clad sex vixen. He told me how good I looked when I was getting ready for dinner and so on and so forth. I was not flattered by his compliments, I was disgusted. At this point I didn't even want him looking at me lustfully. I was so mad at myself, mad at my moment of weakness on Fri and even more mad at Cruzan! damn, Damn, DAMN!!!!!

We enjoyed delicious Spanish cuisine with at a cliffside restaurant then went downtown to drive around for a bit - no clubbing that night. We made it back to the room and Kevin and I crashed in our respective beds. No efforts of romance were attempted that night. I believe he finally got the hint, I was not into him like that and he knew it.

Monday, Decemeber 15th - Bittersweet: Last Day Here!

I was sad that it was my last day in tropical weather, but I was happy that it was returning to my place, know what I mean? Since we missed breakfast the previous two days we made it a point to go to the restaurant early and get something. Fresh Belgium waffles, custom made omelets, an assortment of fruits, pastries, breakfast meats and pancakes greeted us as made our way to our table. The food was Delicious and I enjoyed everything. What I didn't enjoy was Kevin's lack of etiquette. Why would anyone take a cloth napkin and keep wiping their running nose with it? Icing on the cake: He used this same napkin to wipe his mouth after consuming his breakfast! As I type this my visage is not a pleasant one, but one of disgust.

After breakfast we went to the beach one last time for a quick walk on the sand and some photo ops.... No sunbathing that day, it was rather breezy. We went back to the room, packed our belongings and had one last drink on the balcony.... Goodbye Puerto Rico and goodbye to the idea of a romantic relationship with Kevin.

We boarded Jet Blue flight 715 and went to our seats. I had the window seat in row 24and, Kevin had the window seat across from me in row 25. Once the gentleman next to me realized we were together he offered to give up his seat so we could sit together. I mouthed "NOOOOOOOO", so that Kevin wouldn't hear me saying it. The gentleman laughed and remained seated. At this point I wanted some alone time. I wanted to reflect, I wanted to think about the long weekend and I wanted to write my thoughts.

At around 8pm our plane touched down and I was happy we made it back to NY safely.
We shared a taxi and came back to my place. We kissed each other on the cheek and exchanged a warm hug. Kevin walked to his car and I walked to my apartment door. Goodnight Kevin.

The following day I uploaded the pics from my trip and shared them via e-mail with friends. The note included in the e-mail read "Kevin is sooooooooooooooo not the man for me".... In my carelessness (this should have been included in "Oops Did I Send That Message?") I sent this e-mail to Kevin along with the pics. He sent me a text message that evening and told me "FYI, the feeling is mutual, I just would have worded it a bit nicer." I took those words as him being hurt, his pride kicked in. Nothing more, nothing less.

I called him later that evening and we talked about the e-mail.... I let him know that the message he received was my response to all the inquiries of how my trip with him. I elaborated further and told him how my girls were rooting for me. They all hoped he was the one. This was semi-true so I didn't feel bad about the minute lie.

As it stands we're cordial friends, we've decided that we don't click on a romantic level and that's it. Two friends and romantic getaway........ This time around this combination wasn't a winning one....

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