Kirby

For the only time ever in this blog I'm going to actually use the guys real name. Kirby.

Where do I even start with this. Kirby was my first "Latin Lover" and it was through him that I learned all the Latin Lover ways/rules. It was a gift that I actually got experience with this at such a young age, 18yrs old to be exact. Kirby was a sexy Honduran military man who was friends with my best friends sister. He lived in Pensacola and during Freshman year Spring Break a group of us drove down to visit my BFFs family, and check out Kirby. I'd seen pictures and was completely smitten so I was really excited to finally meet him. He was everything I needed him to be at that time in my life. He was sexy, charming and intriguing. He was a strong military man who could make you melt as soon as he started speaking Spanish. Meeting Kirby and having this experience was an unforgettable time in my life and I reference it often cause I learned so much about how to be carefree. I've always held Kirby up to a higher standard because of what he meant to me back then. I saw Kirby a few times over a course of a year, but then he left to go to Italy. I was starting a new relationship so we both, at that point, moved on.

I reconnected with Kirby on Facebook about two years ago. It was brief. I was now single but he was married. I knew this, not because he told me, but because my BFFs family are friends with him and still talk to him. There isn't much that I can't find out about Kirby because we're connected through the same people.

Last year for my birthday I was out of town for work. I got a message from him wishing me "happy birthday" and it completely caught me off guard. I called him when I got back from my trip and we talked for about an hour on the phone. This is when I realized that something was different about him. Kirby proclaimed that he was never married. But I knew this was a fact because I checked on it. He lied right on the phone with me and it was pathetic. He technically was going through a divorce but he didn't even own up to that. I called him out on his lie and he finally confessed. Lesson #1: No matter how much hope you have for someone, they have the potential to disappoint you. People change. You change.

I was reminded of Kirby because I was just informed, through Facebook, that he's getting married...again.  But instead of being disappointed in him, I praised the fact that I grew up enough to recognize that he is a complete hot mess. I even called my BFF and we laughed about it over the phone. Lesson #2: Some people come into your life and make all the difference, but they were meant only for that period of your life. Embrace it, enjoy the memories and then move on to new life experiences!

Barleycorn

About a year ago I met up with "Barleycorn" at a frat-like bar in the city, named John Barleycorn. It's a horrible place if you're over 21. It's loud and dirty and I truly believe you have to be in some sort of fraternity or sorority to go there. Why then would I go there? Because a boy asked me to, duh, and I was stupid enough to go. 

I've known "Barleycorn" for years. We started our careers together and he was in my same training class. I never liked him in training. He was loud, obnoxious and partied all the time. We were fresh out of college so it's to be expected but there was just something about him that I found very annoying so I avoided starting up any intellectual conversation. He was however, pretty cute in that spiky hair frat-boy way which I noted...and then ignored. He moved to the city and I stayed in the burbs so I didn't see him for years. About a year and a half ago I ran into him. We were both in new roles at the company and he needed my assistance which I quickly gave him. I remember him saying "we have to hang out more." 

I met him for lunch and we had a great time catching up. He also paid the bill which was a total surprise but a nice gesture. After a few months of running into each other and catching up he invited me out to meet him at Barleycorn. "How bad can this be?" I thought. So I grabbed my group of girls (who were not too thrilled BTW) and headed over there. 

Everything seemed normal. "Barleycorn" found me and started talking to me away from my group of girls for 20 minutes or so. I was already cautious with him because he seemed like he changed a lot since we first met. He was now sober and more mature but something was a little off. I remember expressing this to one of my close friends at the time. Maybe this is why I went there in the first place, to try and get closer to figuring him out. After about 20 minutes it all clicked. 

"Barleycorn" leaned into me and said "Hey! Do you see that girl sitting behind you at that table with the two guys?" I looked over completely confused as his question literally came out of nowhere. I noticed a girl in fact sitting with two guys, one of which was sitting next to her. I said "Yeah, what about it?" And he asks me "Well, do you think that guy she's sitting with is a friend or boyfriend?" Honestly what the fuck do I care and why is he asking me?? So I said "uh, I have no idea, I think it's just her friend." He then proclaims that he's going to go over there and try to talk to her. This was the point that it clicked. Stupid people hang out in stupid bars. I excused myself immediately from this hot mess and grabbed my girls and left. I also apologized profusely for even making them go in the first place. 

So that was weird right?? It gets better. About a month later I randomly got 3 homemade CD's delivered to my desk from "Barleycorn." And then just last month (after I haven't seen or heard from him in forever) I get an email requesting my help with something. I helped him and then got a reply back saying "Thanks Babe. Have a good holiday, we need to get together soon." Babe? really??