Jan. 12, 2012, I arrived in Dublin. Jan. 14, I met a nice Brazilian girl at my hostel, and she invited me to go out with her and her friends that night. I said yes.
We went to a place called Fitzsimon’s in Temple Bar, a pub/club. After about an hour of dancing, I saw a guy across the room with a group of friends. While I’m not about to say it was “love at first sight,” when I saw him I felt like I had talk to him, that he was someone I needed to know. However, being reserved, a bit shy, and traditional, I refused to initiate a conversation with him. Instead, I smiled at him. Multiple times. And in a particularly bold moment, I walked past him, smiled, and then continued walking past him to go to the bathroom. Back on the dance floor a little later, I saw him finally coming to talk to me.
“Where are you from?” he shouted to be heard over the music.
“The US!” I said.
“I’m from Coahuila. We are neighbors!!!”
It took me a minute to remember that Coahuila is a Mexican border state. This boy was Mexican. As in, his native language was Spanish. His name was Carlos. I literally thought I had died and gone to heaven.
We kept talking and dancing until Fitzsimon’s closed, and I was shocked at how completely comfortable and myself I felt around him. When he asked me if I wanted to go to another place to dance, I ditched my “friends” and said yes. Let me be honest and say that was definitely out of character for me, but I somehow knew I could trust Carlos. After club #2 closed, he asked me if I was hungry, and I said yes. So we went to buy chicken baguettes for 2 Euro at Centra at the corner of O’Connell and Parnell.
At that point, he knew I was staying at a hostel, and because Mexicans are hospitable, he told me he had an extra room at his flat that I could stay at for a while if I needed. He told me about his roommate, and that the group of Mexican friends he had been with at Fitzsimon’s usually all stayed at his flat on the weekends, and that I would be more than welcome. I really liked this boy, and his living situation definitely sounded a lot more homey than my 8 Euro-a night hostel. I said yes.
I said yes the next day when he asked me to stay in Dublin and not move to Galway like I had been planning. I said yes when he asked me to be his girlfriend (in Spanish, because he got nervous!) a few weeks later on my favorite bridge in Dublin.
I think the unlikeliness of our meeting makes me treasure it (and our whole relationship) even more. I said yes when the reasonable, practical, sensible thing would have been to say no. I met someone worth trusting, worth knowing, worth loving, in the least likely of circumstances. He stole my heart from the very beginning because of who he was-his kindness, his selflessness, his protectiveness.
Two years later, he continues to steal my heart for the same reasons. I love you Carlos. You’re the best boy I could have ever asked for. Thanks for loving me, and letting me love you for the last 2 years. Here’s to a lot more!