I had asked a boy if he wanted to go surfing
I had been on a couple of dates with an electrician from Costa Rica earlier in the week. He was shy, quiet, and cute. And on this particular Saturday, I messaged - hey, want to go surfing? and he said no.
I went surfing alone. I remember being in the water and trying to think about what my coach would tell me. I was failing miserably and didn’t stand up once but I also wasn’t paddling well. I now know, and grown much stronger, and can paddle myself to the velocity of the wave and pop up almost everytime. Ish.
After getting out and returning my board, I walked myself back to my one bedroom apartment and didn’t even take a shower. I didn’t have hot water in that apartment and would often choose to go unwashed as opposed to being very, very cold.
Even though Costa Rica is only nine degrees of the equator, hot water is now a priority for me when I shower. But back when I rented that apartment it was August and I was feeling desperate. So I tried to look at the silver lining. All the hype is cold plunging and I would acclimate to cold showers. But no. I would dislike the cold showers every time and on this particular night - passed out on my bed without showering.
I was a mess when I woke up at midnight. But there was this feeling I had.
Thirsty.
The Universe sent me the energy to go to Rumors. ~ the vibe was just walk down to town and see if you like the music, if you don’t, walk home, no expectations.
While I was sleeping, a Columbian got off a bus in Tamarindo for one night. He had just spent two months working with a new mechanic friend in San Jose and he was on his way to the United States of America. One mechanic job at a time.
He spent $10 and dropped off his backpack and headed into town.
At midnight I walked in and looked at no one. I went to the bathroom line and a beautiful friend tapped me on my shoulder. She said hi and let me know another gorgeous friend was over dancing and I was invited to join.
Being invited it a love language of mine.
I grabbed a glass of water and headed over. The DJ was Khloe, an old friend, and I started dancing.
When two people come to a yoga class and I don’t know them at all, I like to ask them,
”Who SAW who first?” and then after we figure out who saw who first, I ask, “Who TALKED to who first?”
Who dared to take the action step. Because I had been praying for a romantic relationship. I had been setting an intention for months. Stay open. Someone will come. Someone will notice you are single and wonder why. Keep making eye contact. Keep smiling. Keep saying ‘hi.’
After about an hour, finally, a random someone came up to my left ear (my good ear) and in Spanish, asked, “Tu tienes un novio?” aka Do you have a boyfriend?
I turned left and looked at him. I shook my head. No means no in both Spanish and english and then,
And suddenly, his hands cradled the back of my head and he pulled my face to his and he kissed me. I pulled back and in English said, “I didn’t come here to kiss. I came here to dance.” And then, even though he didn’t speak one word of English, he stayed near me and danced with me. Until the lights came on.