Monterrey , January 2014
It was a Friday and my last months of college were beginning at the end of the weekend. After a quite crazy New Year’s vacation at Cancún, I was left with no money, no energy and no excitement for the upcoming months. I landed an internship in a pretty good company, but I wasn’t certain about what I wanted for my career in the future so I didn’t have any strong goals or motivations. I wasn’t able to embrace the idea that I was at that point when you have no choice but to become an independent person and more important stop being a frat boy and become a man.
I smoked a joint and sat at my balcony for hours wondering about where I was going, what I was doing and what I really wanted, nevertheless within my thoughts there were no answers to any of these questions. I was unsure, like many others are in their Senior Year, about whatever is coming after the graduation year. Did I really wanted to stay in Monterrey? Did I was really ready to leave the comfortable life and make hard choices? Not really.
The night arrived, neither with anticipation nor with my restlesness. My new roommate, with whom I really didn’t share anything, insisted to go to our neighbor’s birthdayparty. My neighbor, a wannabe Sheldon Copper with a hard obsession with lifting weights ( those muscual nerds with glasses type), have knowed me for a while by our AOE LAN-Parties and not going will probably be a rude gesture. I put on a demin shirt and decided to join them, not after a Cuba Libre to handle the social interaction.
His appartment, which was the exact as mine, was packed moslty by drunk exchange students and a couple of our other neighbors, which clearly were there to hunt newly arrived exchange girls. I didn’t blame them, since every one of us in the building had done it for quite a while; all exchange students in our University ended up living there.
I was still high and the alcohol started to kick in, but this time my expectation to something happening (or forcing it to) was non existent. I decided to stay a reasonable time and leave when everybody was busy with everybody.
The party when on and all the friends brought a huge Mango Cake in order to throw it to my neighbor’s face. Since the cake was quite big, 3/4 of it were left behind and everybody in the party was too busy to actually eat them. I decided to grab some of it, as I had a strong munchies already, and go home.
I walked to the kitchen table and when I was about to grab a piece of it, when somebody tapped my shoulder. I turned around and I saw a tall blonde girl with huge blue eyes and a smile that could make the most miserable man in the world smile back. “I think we can take the whole cake and eat it and nobody will notice” – she said in spanish with almost no accent. “I think everybody is too busy trying to eat other things or other ones” – I answered as I grabbed a knife to cut the cake. She was wearing a white shirt with a brown Ralph Lauren Jacket. Her hair was not too long, but not too short and straight. Her face reminded me of a younger version of Jennifer Connely for her role in Virginia. “Do you want some? I think I’ll take a half and you can take the other” – I told her as I looked straight into her ocean blue eyes. “Sure, but we can maybe eat it outside by the stairs without any drunk people stealing it from us” – She said as she started walking on the way to the door. I followed with the whole cake in my hands.
We left the party and went to the upper floor of the building, where we sat down and ate cake and talked about bad horror movies that made us laugh, about that time when she was stuck in Nicaragua, about that time I when I got arrested as a teenager; about those little details who people usually don’t speak. I had never met someone with her name and still I don’t have. She liked the ironic t-shirt i had under my shirt and told me I looked like those nerds kids who try to be cool in highschool. I told she seemed like the person who push the toothpaste by the middle and not by the end. She told me I seemed that guy who always cheats in Wario Stadium in Mario Kart.
It wouldn’t the last time we ate mango cake, neither wouldn’t be the last time we talked until the sun rised, nor the last time I felt a fire in my chest when I kissed her lips.