10 p.m. at night and my good friend called to ask if I would be kind enough to serve as her wing-woman. She agreed to go meet with this guy she met at Blackbird during my birthday celebration night (I was sucking face with this dude, and she was awesome enough to stay and entertain herself, but that’s another story…)

So of course, like the good wing-woman that I pride myself on being I told her that I was game. I asked if she knew who was coming and she wasn’t too sure but she thought it was her guy friend with two of his good friends, we were to meet them at Ball & Chain in Calle 8 (yes, Cuba land, but that’s okay the bar is pretty awesome).

We got there at the same time and her guy “friend" was waiting in line, as we approached them I saw his cute and very single friend giving me the eye. Which honestly made me giggle a bit, but I pretended that I was oblivious at the way he was looking at me, I always show indifference when guys seem interested, it only drives them a little crazy.  So yes, while we were in line, I did check this guy out very discreetly. He was not really my type but I will admit he was very good looking (I usually don’t go for full fledged Latin lovers). He asked for my name.

We got inside the bar, and my friend and I went to get drinks, I saw he was looking at me from across the room but I played stupid. He grabbed me to dance, but while we were dancing he was totally checking out the girls that were walking by. Automatically my line of thought was: “WHAT THE FUCK, SERIOUSLY DUDE?” To me this thing felt like a challenge, thanks to the lack of courtesy. Part of me also thought “FUCK IT", he was not even all that! He left our group from time to time to go do what my friends and I call "Hunting” –(hunt·ing ˈhən(t)iNG/noun - noun:\ the activity of going around the bar in the search of a good looking male/female and his group of friends for the purpose of getting your flirt on, maybe getting a phone number or getting laid).

He walked around the bar a few times, but kept coming back to our spot, at some point he stood there to order a drink and his friend saw some cute chick standing by and told her she should go talk to him, that he’s a doctor (he really is a MD Student) that she should get to know him. Obviously his friend was  totally clueless that I was having a tug of war with this guy, my mind was already set that I was going to show this guy who was boss. He actually bought me a drink while the girl stood there trying to get his attention (we will talk about female dignity in another post). He gave me my drink, we started dancing (literally doing a lap-dance…yes, yes this is Miami…we get down and dirty, don’t be a prude is just dancing!) and the girl actually stuck around, so I told him I had no intention on cock-blocking him, if he wanted to go talk to the girl he totally should, he said “he wasn’t interested”, that he was “totally happy being there with me”. We continued our dancing, and every 20 minutes or so he would go "hunting" around the bar in typical Miami-guy-fashion; always looking for the next best thing. But I was being totally objective… I knew none of the females there were a better choice than myself.

We decided to leave and go to another bar, he actually waited for me to get my car, he made small talk, asked me a question and I left him standing there talking to himself (yes that’s what he got for being a punkass).

We got to our next destination and by then I was completely focused on making a statement. He excused himself to go say hi to some friends. As he came back I already had a few drinks and I felt loose, we danced…I don’t remember who kissed who but there was kissing.  He kept asking if I wanted to leave and go “somewhere else”.  Honestly I wanted to get laid, but I was also trying to be smooth about it.

I finally told him we could leave, we drove to his place. We did our business (which was good)…and as we were having post coital bliss I told him that “I was completely aware that he was creeping the whole night, that he probably didn’t like me that much but that I was there just to prove a point”.

He asked for my number and I told him he did not need to obligated to ask for my number if he had no intention to text me. He took my number anyway (I did try to absolve him from this but I he was stubborn).

He texted to make sure I got home.