My First Rendezvous

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Not to be confused with My Favorite Rendezvous which you can read about here, this was my first one.

I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about this recently. Maybe because one of my friends was talking about going on a cruise later this year but my very first rendezvous happened while I was on a Carnival cruise in 2007.

I am a HUGE hater of cruises, I think they’re so fucking lame. It’s not the way I want to travel but with that said if someone else is paying there’s no telling what I’ll do. I went on this cruise to the Bahamas with my dad, stepmom, my step moms very elderly mother, my much younger half brother, and my stepmoms two young grandchildren; a family trip if you will. I’ve never been close to my dads side of the family but I did have a liking for my stepmom during the short time they were married. This was also my first time out of the country and on a plane! My first time properly leaving the tri-state area. OMFG this is so embarrassing but I had a window seat on the flight and I remember the sun was blinding me and I was wishing I had sunglasses because I didn’t know that you could pull the shade down LMFAO, like I had NO idea. Sigh. Anyway.

So we fly to Orlando to get on the ship. I had my own cabin and I def did my own thing to the point that people thought I was traveling alone. Maybe this almost counts as my first solo trip? Kinda? Maybe. Anyway I basically only ate dinner with my family. I did some silly photo shoots on the boat and some excursions, went to Atlantis of course and took a small boat to another little island. We were only in Nassau for one day which is so lame but there was this guy outside of the boat working security and we started talking. He was a local guy and we hit it off and he told me he got off work at 2:00am and wanted to meet up so I’m like hell yeah. I had just turned 21 like a week or two before this and had just started to go out so I was down for whatever. I remember going to bed and setting an alarm for 1:30am. I was kind of out of it when the alarm went off because that’s obviously a weird time to be getting up and ready to go out but yolo. I can still see the dress I wore, it was one of those dresses that was scrunchy at the top and flowy at the bottom. I prob had one in every color.

He was right there waiting for me when I walked out of the boat. He took me to this tiny hole in the wall club and there wasn’t another tourist in sight. The scene was like that part in Beyonce’s “Baby Boy” video at the basement party, dark, crowded, sweaty, I was here for it. We were grinding and wining on the dance floor and I’ll never ever forget when Shakira’s “La Tortura” played UGH!! I was truly living. I was obsessed with that song at the time, it’s all in spanish and I had no idea what she was saying but I fucking loved it. Hearing a song in the wild that you love and never thought you’d hear out is euphoric.

After wining and grinding up on the floor for hours we took our sweaty selves back on the streets. He took me back to the boat. I’m not sure if we shared a kiss or not, but the encounter was definitely sweet. My dating and rendezvous history is like United Nations but maybe this is why Caribbean/afro latino men are my kryptonite still.

There wasn’t even any penetration but it’s def one of my favorite travel memories. First flight, first time out of the USA and my first time frolicking in another country with a foreign man, what dreams are made of!