Boys

So don’t get too excited, my love life is anything but booming, it just that in the past couple weeks I have had some very interesting encounters with the opposite sex. Well, as you might have assumed by now, my life is a little lame when it comes to traditional North American views of having a fun night. The highlight of my weekends is normally having a movie night with my youth group. But the fiestas of my town came around, two weekends ago, and my night life took a huge upward surge. We had a beauty pageant, which I am highly considering entering for next year. There was also a burning of this large structure called the castilla, they start at the bottom lighting some small fireworks and then it progresses upward lighting of more spinning, twirling explosions for about two stories in height and at the end 4 or 5 huge fireworks get set off for the finale. Before this spectacular, they had a guy carry a fake cow resemblance on his head and called him the “vaca loco” meaning crazy cow. This was all somewhat amusing until I realized this fake cow structure was loaded with pyrotechnics that would set off at undetermined intervals as he was running through the crowd. This is where I will add no exaggeration, this vaca loco’s main purpose was to scare the shit out of everyone, make every small child cry, and grown men flinch as he seemingly tried to light the crowd on fire with his fireworks. Possibly one of the most dangerous events I have ever atteneded, not to mention there were no firefighters in sight, I just kept saying “not cool” as I watched the crowd scream in terror, but yes it was amusing. The last event of the three day fiestas is a big parade through the streets, I walked with the high school, it was definitely not very exciting.



Now for the good part, every night starting at about 10 or so there is a dance. For the more mundane music, there is a band in the street for the parents to get their groove on, and drink as much beer as possible. For the younger crowd there is this basement type cell, with all the lightings, and sounds of a night club. The cell is about the size of my parents family room that comes equipped with no windows, fans, or any type of ventilation except for the front door that is about the size of a Bilbo Baggins entry. I literally have never felt taller in my life, but across the very dark, incredibly hot space, I spotted a boy that also looked taller than everyone. Being my sometimes over conceded joking self, I told the kids I went with that I was going to make him my boyfriend. That night he had two girl counterparts so I laid off hoping I might get another chance. And I did. The next night, and last night of the fiestas, I went back to the dance cell, and tall boy was there, without girl counterparts. Within 20 minutes of my entrance he came over and asked me to dance (I guess my previous nights scope out/stare down got my point across) I danced with him until I was sweating, literally dripping, on to the ground and then took a break until he asked me to dance again. This whole process of dancing, dripping, cool down, happened about 4 or 5 times, it was then he asked me to go sit on the church steps, and talk, so I will cut to the chase. In about 20 minutes or so he told me he was looking for his soul mate and think he found it in me, and would really like to be my boyfriend. This all happened without even holding hands, nothing. I could not stop laughing and told him I would tell him in a week.



So I think I am going to lay low for a while, this was just way to much excitement.