August 2015

I am beyond exhausted today, but it was well worth it. Staying up until 5:30 a.m. on your NYC rooftop talking to a high caliber man is everything romantic and fleeting at once. Especially when you can see the stars through the city lights.

I met Jazzy Jay at a Texas football event this past weekend where we spent five hours with an open bar and all things tasty and country to kickoff the football season. My Texas partner in crime was initially talking to him near the end of the main festivities. I joined in the conversation and the moment I removed his sunglasses and our eyes met, I melted. Clearly they were blue. And fortunately, the meet-cute felt mutual. It wasn’t until we were at the next bar and I cleared things out with my partner in crime did him and I really start talking. Neither of us remember too much of the conversation. I remember holding hands. That smile. Those eyes. And kissing. Magical sparks type of kissing where when you part you can’t open your eyes because you’re so caught up in the moment.

This however, was fleeting as he was only in town for 13 days. He and his entrepreneurial self was going to be heading to Europe for a few months. My initial reaction was cursing my luck that the stars were not aligned for us but I decided to make the most of this and move forward when he invited me to go to a Jazz Bar during the week. We started at Fat Cat earlier in the evening and had great conversation. He was touchy, flirty and all things suave, especially in his grey sports coat. We later went to go meet up with a friend of mine at Hill Country BBQ but she had already left. That left us with the live band karaoke. Sadly, they never got to our names where we had signed up to sing Johnny and June Cash’s song Jackson (Thank God) but our night didn’t end there. We ended up back at my place, quite inebriated and making out on my rooftop. The situation went high level that night and after a mere one hour of sleep I went to work and just left him in my bed. At work I had Lost Frequencies remixes on reply while I trudged through with a hangover that I felt was well worth it.

“I wanna dance by water ‘neath the Mexican sky
Drink some Margaritas by a string of blue lights
Listen to the Mariachi play at midnight
Are you with me, are you with me?”

The next week and a half was a blur of Tito’s Vodka, sexcapades, rooftops and late nights. I even ventured out to Bushwick one night where his Airbnb was since most of our adventures were in Manhattan. I felt like I had a mini boyfriend. But, what made him so appealing with my rose-tinted glasses was that he was leaving. I had no reason to find anything wrong with him. I had no reason to worry about him seeing anyone else since he was essentially spending his whole two weeks in NYC with him, which was well worth it for the both of us. I didn’t have a reason to be upset that he didn’t pay my way at any point because he wasn’t actually a boyfriend and he didn’t need to woo me because we weren’t going to have an international relationship. I was completely myself with him and completely let go with him. Sure he had some 50 Shades of Jay tendencies, which I typically wouldn’t of been a part of but I knew this was all fleeting and wouldn’t last. It was almost magical.

He met all of my friends. He came back to Hill Country BBQ for my sorority happy hour. He sang and stole the show and I felt lucky to be the girl that he would kiss when he got off stage in his cowboy boots with his whisky in hand. He came to the watch party for the first game of TCU football and met all my friends there. He is a fellow Texan so he fit in naturally.

The best part of all this was meeting his friends and even though he was leaving I got to keep the friends in the end. I made two great friends and I thank Jay for bringing us together as we still hang out to this day. The night I met them was an entertaining one. I had my company summer picnic starting at 1pm so had started drinking early. Jay even came to my company picnic and participated in the games. He was such a good sport and it was so nice having him there. He had to leave early to drop off his backpack and my now best guy friends apartment but we had plans to join forces later. I continued drinking margaritas with my coworker and her boyfriend and we eventually met Jay and his friends at Hair of the Dog to drink before The Comedy Cellar show at midnight. My liver had had enough but my heart was in full speed ahead. We got to the comedy show and another girl there was surprisingly more drunk than myself who had been drinking for about 9 hours by this point. She would talk to me during the show and her and I ended up getting kicked out. They accused me of sleeping when I said I wasn’t talking and I definitely wasn’t as I was engaged in holding Jay’s hand. He was so great about the situation and left with me without seeing Dave Attell, who was the sole performer he wanted to see. Everything happens for a reason though because him and I went back to The Comedy Cellar on a Tuesday and not only did she get a show from Dave Attell but we got one for Aziz Ansari! It was one of the most fun nights. We also saw Amy Schumer but sadly she didn’t perform.

January 2016

It’s been about five months now. When he first left for Europe we chatted occasionally but then it completely subsided. I later learned that he wasn’t that great of a guy after all. I definitely had on rose-tinted glasses. I found out he was a smoker and definitely a man whore who got around so much that not so discreet pictures appear on social media to this day of past escapades. He definitely had some “big” things going for him and was adventurous but in the end, I’m glad I got new friends out of the whole ordeal instead of diseases. I wouldn’t take back those two weeks or meeting him as everything happens for a reason and I definitely wish him well as he is back in Texas now still learning who he is. He definitely helped me learn a lot about myself and taught me how to feel again.