Nicky and her Latin boytoy

Ricky_Martin_-_Enrique_Martin_Morales_Puerto_Rican_pop_singer_(Pop,_pop-rock,_Latin_pop,_dance-pop,_world-reggae,_contemporary_R_and_B)One of the highlights of the modern Internet age is that you never die so long as there is a record about you in a corner of Cyberspace. So, here I come again, writing about a dead person I knew a long time ago. If I Google her name, her 10 years old obituary shows up. I may as well write my short recollections of her here.

Nicky (not her real name) was an ash blond attorney in her early 40s when I first met her. She was a single mom whose son was almost leaving the nest. So, Nicky was fully devoted to her career, being an attorney. She was a sole practitioner who concentrated her practice on poor immigrants. As such, her income fluctuated with their finances. But no matter what, she radiated energy, always active, always with a zeal for the next case or project.

Her private life was no different. During the short time that I knew her, she had a Latin lover by the name of Juan (or Roberto, my memories fades). Let’s stick with Juan. Juan was a charming 20-something man of Mexican origin. As hot as a chili pepper, and with a passion to match. If you could dream of a Latino lover, Juan was it. I could see why Nicky was so passionate with him. She was basically the outline for the sitcom Cougar Town. Unlike the character in Cougar Town, Nicky’s relationship with Juan was also highly strung. In between the high intensities of love, there were also fights that only people involved with Latin lovers would know. There was also alcohol…and I think it was that substance that destroyed Nicky. I believe she became more and more dependent on that drug to calm her high spirits. I don’t really know what happened between her and Juan. The obituary did not mention him at all.

Y para mi querido, como ya llego a mi Otoño, hay veces que pienso que soy un viejito verde. Pero siempre serás el Latinito de mi corazon.

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When memories crashes with reality

It has been more than thirty years since I knew the guy with whom I had a huge crush during my high school years. Although my memory is fading away, I still have vivid memories of those years when the body is full of hormones and passion was filled with dreams unfulfilled.

So, yesterday I had a dinner date with the sweetheart of my high school years. We had not been in touch for a long while and I was looking forward to retouching part of my ghost’s past. I met him at the appointed time outside the subway station. I must say that time and life has eroded him. While the spirit of the self seems to be still intact, the spirit of the erotic is long gone. Now, it is just two old friends talking and remembering that distant past; a past that is no longer around.

That made me brings up memories of all that has happened through my life. Mostly, happy memories. Do I regret doing some of the stuff that I did? No. Will I do them again if I am given a second chance? Definitely. On that note, onto new adventures.