So I haven’t published any of my writings in a
while. I guess I needed time to heal from that entire broken hearted debacle I went
through. For those of you who care, I’m totally over that, for those of you who
do not care I guess some extra piece of info cannot hurt you. What did I learn
from all of it? Well, I learned that no one dies from a broken heart. I learned
that time heals all wounds. Yeah I learned all that crap, but I think I already
knew it all. The thing is, we tend to forget what we already know and we sink
into the agony that at times seems even addictive. I have always said it, pain makes
us feel alive, feeling nothing, makes us zombies. So, again, I say, I’m
grateful for the experiences, feelings, tears and falls that make us stronger,
wiser, and alive.
Ok so after all that hell, I moved back to
Miami, my Miami. I always dreamt of living here, and now I´m living the dream.
However, sometimes, even within the sweetest of dreams, there are sour little
roads to follow, and lots of crazy. Life is a strange combination of happy
moments, sad experiences, and LOTS OF CRAZYNESS. After going through that
rejection phase, I decided that in order to move on I needed to start dating
again, and to stop being afraid of going through all of that once more. I
needed to understand that we need to take risks if we want to truly live. And I
decided to do that here, in Miami no less, the town of hellos and goodbyes, eternal
party animals, and the ever resilient playboys. What followed was a series of
events (fortunate and unfortunate) that made me realize that dating at 31 and
in this town, is no easy endeavor.
First I have to mention that it is true, after
30, we become VERY appealing to younger men. I will not go further into it, but
yes, it’s a real situation, it happens, and I have to admit it is flattering,
but also weird. Ever since I arrived, I have met all kinds of people. Guys who
lie through their teeth to make us believe that they want more than a one night
stand; guys who are so full of themselves that allow me to see the ugliness
behind the pretty face; and yes, guys who offer a threesome on the first date.
I have met the peter pan syndromes; the never growing, always playful kinds
that make you feel younger but never follow through. Honestly, when I think I’ve
seen it all, someone comes along and surprises me. I have also seen the nice
kind, the good guys but then there is no chemistry, or something is missing. And
it is hard in this place; it is hard for a lot of people. Relating, finding
common ground, connecting to someone, it is not easy anymore. We have become
these demanding people, we take no bullshit from anyone, we make no room for
mistakes, and that, I am afraid, is a mistake. When did we become this perfection
seeking generation? I for one see red flags everywhere. And I have seen it in
my closest friends too, we are all single, but is it them? Or is it us? It is
Miami´s fault? Or is it human kind that is becoming more cynical by the minute?
People used to tolerate more, now we expect A LOT. We keep hoping that the
perfect guy will come knocking on our doors, and he will be our missing half
and everything will be fine, but, what if, we met them already? And let them
pass us by? I don’t know, these are things I think about, these are things many
people think about. And I just thought I would share it with you all.
Right now, I´m living my life one moment at a
time; trying not to expect too much, but trying not to settle. Trying to make
it in this busy city full of visitors, but also full of miss understood greatness.
I will stay here, I will make it here. I am fighting for it, I will succeed here.
Of all this, I am sure. But in the meantime, I have no doubt that I will
continue to experience weird, random, amusing and amazing situations that I know
will be worth telling and that I will try to share through here. So stay tuned,
cause in this town, you just never know. Happy to be back, and looking forward
to connecting with you all again.
G
