Posted by Whistler on February 01, 2001 at 14:57:53:
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“I’ll meet you in the U.S.” said my amiga with the new passport and visa. (See Favorita or Not To Favorita posted 1-16-01). “I’d like to pick you up in front of your place, as always, and we can cross together” I responded. But, she was insistent. She wanted to cross alone. She wanted to know that she could do it anytime she wanted. And, so, my first U.S. adventure with my amiga was set, una cita, on her day off, a day we regularly spend together. Often, we spend the day at Plaza Rio, Cinepolis, and at the hotel, eating, drinking, swimming, … and, well, you know the rest. But, this day was going to be different. On this day, I didn’t park in the $7 lot. There were no taxi rides. On this day, I was standing outside the U.S. customs office, waiting for her. 95% of the time, she is within 5 minutes of our cita. In the many months of dating, she has never been more than a few minutes late, something that I appreciate. One of my favorite pictures of her is her running down 4th St. in TJ, her hair blowing in the wind. We had had lunch that day. She had a couple of errands. I did not want to tag along. We agreed to meet an hour later at 4th and Rev. I was a couple of minutes early and decided to walk west on 4th and try to meet her. After about 20 steps, I see her ½ block away running down the sidewalk, in my direction. I ducked into a doorway. When she was about 40 feet away, in full stride, I snapped the first picture with the 2X zoom. The 2nd shot was about 15 feet, and we almost collided. “Why are you running?” I asked. “I didn’t want to be late” was her answer. And she was not late today. She walked out of customs a couple of minutes before our agreed meeting time. I was standing off to the right. When our eyes met, she flashed her beautiful smile, and sprinted the few steps between us, pushing me into the fence. 49 kilos at a half-run will do that to me. Kissing in public is a little embarrassing, but there is no way that I wanted to trim her exuberance. There is something wonderful about being with someone that is really happy to see you. And, exuberance, of course, is contagious. I would have stood there and kissed her for as long as she wanted. But, a minute later, we walked the long block to my car. She does not drive. She has never had the opportunity to learn. We have never talked about cars. I don’t know what she expected, if she even gave it fore thought. Of course, being male, I was beaming with pride as we approached the car. I unlocked it from 15 feet away and the car responded with a friendly “beep-beep” and a flash of the taillights, the car's version of “Hola”. She rewarded my male pride by giving the car a long look. Followed by an enthusiastic wolf whistle. I love chicas for all the usual reasons, but I love chicas that can whistle. I love chicas that drink beer. I love chicas that will wrestle with me in the grass. She is my type of chica, no matter what happens with us long term. Within minutes of pulling onto the I-5, I am really stoked. All the time that she and I have spent together has been in MX, where I am the guest, I am the foreigner. I am the one that sometimes can’t communicate, or is sometimes not sure what is happening. It’s odd. I was aware of the “follower” aspect of out relationship from the first trips upstairs at AB. Once we agreed on “Vamos arriba ahora mismo” she would lead the way out of AB, lead the way up the stairs, to the desk, and to the room. Sometimes, I did not even know the room number until we arrived at the room. Things have changed since those early days. Today is VERY different! I look over at her and she is in my car, she is in my world. I have always been relaxed with her, but now, I’m really relaxed. I am in control. I like it. I really like it!!! Not because it gives me any advantage over her, but I really like having her in my car, holding hands, as we drive towards the afternoon that I have planned. “Sabes adonde vamos” she asks. “Si, vamos a La Jolla. Tiene gusto de el.” We walked around, ate at a really cool place, and then went to the movies. Both of us loved “All the Pretty Horses” and it gave us a lot to talk about on the drive south, as the sun was setting. A few times before, we have had days that were so full, that sex, left to the end of the day, didn’t happen. On this day, I was enjoying the activities so much that I had not thought much about sex, and had not made plans. As we came off the “Last U.S. Exit” it was almost dark. She asked me to pull to the side of the road. Nothing seemed wrong. I was curious. She pulled my hand to her mouth, looked into my eyes, and said “No quisiera que el dia terminara. Encontremos un cuarto.” “Donde” I stupidly asked. “Tu sabes” she confidently replied. Three minutes later we were checking into the Travelodge. Three hours later, we were parked in the turn-around at the border. After a long kiss she asks “Viene semana pasada?” “Si.” “TJ?” “Creo que si.” “Cuando vamos a Disneyland?” “No se.” I explained that Disney land could not be seen in one day, it takes two days. I will need vacation days. “Pero oremos, seguro.” But, I am very anxious about Disneyland. If we go, it only makes sense that she spends a night at my house, in my bed. Then, she will really be in my life. That will shake me!!! |
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