Not Today, Satan!
Ever since Jay and I began flirting in our school’s corridor, I knew I had to taste him.
I press my red lips together, biting my lower lip a little at the sight of him.
“Damn, he looks like a snack,” I whisper to myself, “a milk-chocolate-cupcake-with-vanilla-swirls-and-bits-of nuts-baked-inside-of-it snack.”
Salivating now, I watch him from behind the door. His muscular biceps flex when reaching over for his drink. I shake my head and breathe out slowly to calm my libido. I grab the door knob and pull. It won’t open. I pull again. “What the fuck?” I grunt in frustration. I give it one hard yank and topple back. My right heel snaps and I fall on concrete.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I shimmy on my ass from the front of the bar to the bodega on the right, hoping Jay didn’t catch my tumbling act.
“Tu ta bien, muchachita?” I look up at a hefty older man towering over me. He gives me his hand to pull me up from off the sidewalk. I hesitate to accept his offer. He’s either going to shower me with pirporos or talk me to death about Dominican politics.
I take my chances and give him my hand. I don’t think I can get off the floor otherwise and I have to walk into this bar. I am a woman on a mission. Ever since Jay and I began flirting at work in between class changes and school bells, I’ve longed to taste him.
“Gracias,” I say to the old, seemingly innocent Dominican gentleman.
“No ay problem,” he responds in a sing-song voice, “oye, ju haf boyfren?” He asks in a butchered English accent.
Oh, no. We’re not doing this, sir. “Ahum,” I clear my throat, “si, adentro,” I respond, pointing at the bar. “He’s waiting inside.”
He walks away with a shrug and I’m finally ready to make my entrance.
“Damn, my heels,” I mutter as I stare at my broken shoe. I sigh, knowing that I have two options as a New Yorker: either put on the sneakers that I keep in my purse to walk to and from the subway or stop by a local, mom and pop shoe shop. I peek inside my tote bag. My worn gray and pink Nike’s stare back at me pitifully.
“Not today, Satan.”
Luckily, in Washington Heights there are as many shoe stores as there are beauty salons. And if I really want to impress Jay, I can even change my outfit. Go from business casual to Bottle Girl in 2.2 minutes.
I walk into the first shoe store on Broadway and I’m greeted by merengue and a retail associate’s half smile. “Hola,” she says, glancing at me up and down. I smile. I am not letting this lady steer me off course.
“Los zapatos?” I ask nicely despite her lack of customer service.
She points to the back. I follow her finger and grab a pair of red heels. They may be pleather and I’ll probably have blisters by the end of the night, but looking my best for Jay is worth the temporary pain.
I rush to the register, pay for the shoes, and head back to the bar. I stand by the door again and switch shoes like I’m running the NY Marathon - and winning! I pull the door slowly this time. “Be cool,” I say to myself. When in reality, I’m a ball of nerves with beads of sweat dripping from my hands and my armpits.
I make my way toward him, quickly wiping my clammy hands on my black leather skirt. I take a quick whiff of my pits in case I have to dash to the bathroom to freshen up. “You’re good,” I whisper hurriedly. "No, you’re amazing, “ continuing my pep talk, “you’re a freaking catch!”
Jay turns away from Principal Morales and we lock eyes. He smiles, exposing straight teeth and dimples too boot. I catch my breath before I stumble again and break these cheap $20 heels. Jay waves me over. My breathing gets heavier. My pulse quickens. I feel a warmth seeping from my nether region.
We’re only inches away from each other now. I smile, trying my best to ignore my throbbing cuca, and peck him softy on his right cheek.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hey you,” Jay responds.
I spin. I come face to face with his tall, voluptuous girlfriend. She floats over to him like a Disney princess. Her full head of hair sways behind her back as she struts over in authentic Jimmy Choos that she did not just buy from 181st. She beams, brushes past me as if I am invisible, and cups Jay’s chiseled jaw in her slender hands. She licks her fuchsia-painted lips and kisses the fullness of his. I get a whiff of her perfume, her essence. She smells of lilac. She is even more gorgeous than I imagined.
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