I met him online, he lives in Malaga and I in Nova Scotia. After a year of corresponding back and forth via emails, texting and the rare phone conversation, we both decided it was time to meet. Santiago booked a room for me at the Hotel Malaga Spain. A room, he told me, for the both of us. He made it very clear that when we meet what he expects. This made me nervous, but I booked a roundtrip flight anyway. He told me, due to his work schedule, he couldn’t meet me at the airport and I should take a taxi and wait for him in our room; he said he’ll order that a bubble bath be prepared for me by the time I check into my room.
On my flight over to Malaga, my nerves were tattered. I mean, I really don’t know him except only through emails and text. What am I doing? Am I crazy? My friends are all excited for me and cautious for me at the same time. They made me promise to call them after I complete my tryst with this mysteriously romantic Spaniard. That way they would know if I’m okay and if I’m definitely in love or was Santiago a big fake. My friends even went as far to pay for a return ticket the very day I arrived in Malaga just in case things didn’t work out.
I’m nervous because from our year of getting to know each other, he seems too perfect, too wish fulfilling. I’ve enjoyed everything about him, his intelligence, his genuine laughter, his earnestness at enjoying my company also. The only thing we have in common is our thirst of learning. We love to read all types of books, we both would rather read than go to a club to dance or see a movie. As I enter my hotel room and he kept his promise, before the bellhop left he advised me that a freshly drawn bubble bath awaited me in the bathroom. As I looked around the room I also saw that Santiago had also arranged for a negligee to be laid out on the bed and on the nightstand were 10 books with a note: ‘Don’t start reading until you have taken a bubble bath, put on the negligee and until I have had my way with you, love.’ I was now giddy and excited. How utterly romantic and bold.
The next day, looking at a very happy and handsome Santiago reading one of the books from the nightstand, I reached over him to get to my travel bag so I can ripped up the return ticket my friends had purchased for me, but he stopped me from reaching my bag with his kisses.
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