I can’t even fully explain what happened. It’s a bit strange. Through some “cousins” (some of the chefs that I worked with at my brother’s restaurant – I call them cousins because they’re like family and they are amazing men and women), Vic was able to get my number again. He reached out to me the other night via video chat; he’s still as gorgeous as ever and still looks like the Hispanic version of Johnny Depp but Vic has a bit more grey hair than he did the last time I saw him about 5 or 6 years ago.
We were on the phone for over 90
minutes talking in both English and Spanish but mostly was Spanglish; our
efforts in the other’s language is better than what it was back then but we
made do with the combination of both languages. He asked if I was married or
had a boyfriend – I couldn’t help but laugh.
I explained that despite interested in Hispanic men, I don’t have
either. He was rather surprised to hear that but I told him that not only will
it take a miracle for someone to get me interested but they have to be pretty
special. He had a good laugh. We reminisced about the nights that we were
together and how much we enjoyed the other. We laughed at how nervous we were that
very first night we were together. I remember very well how he looked at me
that night; it’s a look that I’ll never, ever forget.
Since the other night, we have been
texting on and off throughout the day when he’s available. He still works as a
chef (not sure where exactly) and he’s still married to which I am a little
surprised with…he cheated on her with me and who knows if there is or was
anyone else he slept with while married
- other than his wife.
