May 2006 – Rosarito, Mexico: Don’t Miss An Opportunity Cause It Probably Won’t Ever Come Again

Rosarito is a coastal city in Baja California.  It’s a beach resort town known for its flock of college students who come to party during Spring Break.  

My two visits to Rosarito were in college.  Both times were on my annual end-of-the-school-year business club trip.  In my first year, I was apart of the entourage, but in the second year I was leading the pack of alcohol thirsty students.  Like the previous trip, we loaded the party bus with booze, boarded it, cross the border, drank ourselves silly then headed towards Puerto Nuevo for dinner and then a night of partying at Papaz N Bears in Rosarito.

Like all party trips, it was complete chaotic night and shit show.  However, I decided to take it easy on the drinking from the lesson learned in the May 2005 Puerto Nuevo and May 2005 Rosarito trips.  In addition, I was leading the pack, so it was a good idea to stay ‘somewhat’ sober.  However, it wasn’t a complete experience without a lesson as I reflect back on the night the next day.

Like before, we finished dinner at Rosamar in Puerto Nuevo then loaded into bus to head to Papaz N Bears in Rosarito.  I wasn’t as excited as I was in the previous year because I knew what was ahead for the night.  In addition, I wanted to make sure everyone was having a good time.  Lastly, I was supposed to be the ‘responsible’ one of the group, which was something totally new for me.

On the way to Rosarito, I had an in-depth conversation with a few female college students about relationships and sex.  It was the usual conversation where men and women share their likes and dislikes during sex.  The conversation resulted in a connection with me and another female student — Emma.  For your information, that’s not her real name, but a generic one I’m using for this article.  Furthermore, size matters, fellas.

Emma was a very attractive woman.  She was intelligent, witty, beautiful, confident, and Russian.  She worked out regularly and her body showed her dedication.  Emma’s grades displayed her brains and her multiple job offers paraded her ability to conquer the corporate environment.  She was the total package.  Lastly, she was a regular topic in my college buddies’ conversations.

Anyway, the connection resulted in a lot of laughs between us.  We laughed without hesitation.  We had some sexually tense eye contact moments.  We agreed on things.  We disagreed on things.  We made a genuine connection even though we discussed lecture topics and exchanged notes on campus.  Both our guards were down on the bus ride.

We finally arrived at Papaz N Beers.  The bus unloaded and the students divided into groups.  As the party rages on, we made eye contact throughout the night and smiled at each other.  She partied with her group of friends and I made my rounds with each group to make sure I created an inclusive event.  It was around 1:00 AM and we started to load back into the bus.

Emma walked up to me and gave me a big hug as I was trying to account for everyone outside the bus entrance.  I didn’t think anything of it; I thought she probably had a little too much to drink.  Everyone was accounted for on the bus and I walked Emma next to one of her friends on the bus.  I found a seat at the back of the bus and relaxed.  As I sat down, I saw Emma look back at me and say something to her friend then her friend said ‘Go.’

I didn’t think too much about it until the next morning.  As I reflected back on the night, I came to the realization that Emma had some interest in me and she wanted something more from me that night.  However, I didn’t make the connection until the moment had passed and it was too late.  Emma was a class ahead of me and she had already graduated.  She only attended the event to hang out with her friends still in the business program, so I wouldn’t have been able to follow up with her on campus.  It’s a valuable lesson I learned that night.

Don’t Miss An Opportunity Cause It Probably Won’t Ever Come Again.

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