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ever after. No, my goal for these two weeks was to get my freak on and often.  I wanted to remain numb.  I wanted to forget everything and everyone I left behind and get lost in someone, even if it was temporary.  I didn’t have the stomach for anything else.
    Okay, so all I have to do is walk up to one of these idiots and say, “Hey do you want to come back to my hotel room?” I mean this should be easy. I did it the other night.
    They say yes like that other guy did, and that’s it; we can leave.
    Funny thing though, I couldn’t get up from that stool I was sitting on to approach anyone like I did the night before.  This shouldn’t be this hard, right?  All these guys here are just waiting for a female to go up to them and invite them to their rooms. But, it seems every time I think about getting up and approaching someone, he invades my thoughts.
    No, I need to forget about him.  He didn’t even want to give me his name. No matter the sweet things he said to me, no matter the connection I felt instantly when our lips touched, I needed to forget him and move on.
    I turned on the stool and looked out in the club.  The dance floor was packed, people were sitting around tables and some were just standing and people watching. Maybe I was just doing this wrong.  I needed to stop thinking about him, and focus on finding someone for my bed that night. I took it easy last night.  I figured I needed to give my body a break from the pounding it took.  Now I was back at it and…urgh.
    Maybe I should’ve acted like the twenty-somethings and went out on the dance floor and shook my ass. If I did that then maybe, just maybe, I could find some young hot stud to freak on that night.
    I looked around the room and sighed. Watching these young women grab the attention of the men here, I didn’t stand a chance. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not ugly, at least I don’t think I am, and that’s what matters, right? Anyway, I’m brown skin, the color of chocolate I’d say, but I’ve been told I’m more of a mocha color, which to be honest with you I don’t see the difference. I’m 5’7” with thickness and curves that according to society and department stores, puts me in the plus size category, even though I don’t look it. It’s the hips and ass I say, but hell what do I know.
    I wear my hair short most times, but this trip I have wavy styled micro mini-braids that come to the top of my shoulders. My eyes are brown, slanted slightly, but I think they are my best facial features, besides my smile.
    I know I’m not the first choice for the majority of these men, but maybe someone would take me up on my offer. My mind suddenly drifted back to the other night and the man that seemed to see right through me.  It was as if he knew I shouldn’t have been in the bar, much less trying to pick him up, but the fact that he went along with everything should have told me all I needed to know about him.  He wasn’t someone I needed to spend any more time with.  What we had was mind blowing to say the least, but that needs to be the extent of it. Never mind he made me orgasm more times in one night than I have in my thirty years of existence. Never mind that he turned my body inside out, making me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Never mind the fact that he was the sexiest man I had ever seen in my life.
    He wasn’t good for me.
    I suddenly realized I was subconsciously rubbing at the hickey he left on my chest. I shook my head and put my hands back in my lap. I turned to face the bar and my eyes instantly went to the front door just as he walked in.
    Shit!
    Of all the clubs in Cabo, he decides to come to this one? Really?!
    I quickly turned my head and signaled the bartender for another drink.  Maybe if I pretended to not have seen him, he would go away. I took a few deep breaths as I felt him get closer. He stopped and spoke to the bartender behind the bar.  I watched him then move in my direction, and I was