Pleased with myself for having held out so long, I finally spilled my digits. Unknowingly, I committed my next Spanish courting blunder: I accepted.
No sooner did Estebán and I make plans, then our plans were abruptly cancelled.
For Juanma, allowing the woman to pursue means avoiding her phone calls, talking about other women in her presence, and even going as far as to fib about one’s availability to solidify the second date.
“Juanma, are you trying to tell me you would lie just to impress a woman?
Though my Spanish was good enough to order a chupito at Room and ask for directions to , it took me quite a while to immerse myself and try to start speaking freely.
He picked up on it right away and was more than happy to jump in with his broken English, using phrases like “take my arm and let us go.¨ The effort definitely trumped his funny word choice and made me relax.
When he never called back, and when he failed to return my subsequent three phone calls, I knew I had lost the game before I even set foot on the field. ” my friend Miguel Sanchez later explained to me over tea.
“If you want a date with a Spanish guy, you have to reject him, of course.” (cop and robber), as my suave friend Juanma Fernandez calls it, once it has been established that both parties are interested, it is the woman’s turn to do the chasing.I was used to hearing “Ew, get a room,” every time a boyfriend kissed me in public.It came as a shock to me when my Spanish man held my hand, stopping every hundred feet while walking by the University of Barcelona to sensually whisper my name and kiss me.At first, I felt the kind of awkwardness where you don’t really know how to respond or what to do with your hands, but by the time we reached Casa Milà (about 52 kisses later, to be precise) I was firmly on board.At 5 feet 3 inches and about 115 lbs, I always felt like “arm candy” in the US.Our conversation had barely suffered a pause since Estebán appeared by my side earlier that evening.