My Jamaican Guy

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Originally uploaded by odero2005.

I met him on one of my frequent trips to the Caribbean. He wasn't my type, but I smiled, said hello and danced with him briefly -- because we were both Jamaican (and drunk).

A year later, I'm in the same place. Before long, there's someone dancing behind me. I glance over at my girl for The Signal. She gives me a discreet thumbs up, and a smile. I know what that means: "Keep dancing, he's cute!"

Minutes later, he's standing beside me. I'm slightly disappointed...he's more her type than mine. But he is attractive and he has beautiful eyes. I can see he doesn't remember me from last year. We exchange pleasantries and small talk, then I make a move to leave.

"You should stay," he says, with just the right mix of confidence-without-being-cocky. He doesn't need to say it twice...I'm mesmerized, especially since it's obvious that he's younger than I am. You don't usually find that self-assuredness on a young guy. We talk some more, oblivious of the party that is in full swing around us. I find out that we work for the same company...in two different countries.

We see each other a couple times for the duration of my stay. I look him up on the company directory the minute I get back and send him an email. "I was hoping you'd remember my name, " he says. "I really want to keep in touch."

A few emails later, then he suggests we take it off the company server. I was more than happy to oblige. We've been flirting across the miles ever since...

Physically, he's not my type, but types are overrated anyway.

I'm contemplating a mid-way rendevous...