There's always a second chance

That usually happens when magic occurs between two people. There's always a second chance.

Logically, we met again a few days later in the TV chat. Carlos told me he was failing to hook up with a guy in an apartment near the Picasso Tower, and he proposed I join them. Once again, I had no doubts and showed up at the door of a 12th-floor apartment. This time, I gave myself an enema before leaving.

Why didn't we exchange numbers? Carlos's face lit up when he saw me. I don't understand how, given how much I liked him, we didn't exchange phone numbers (things that happen in this casual sex world). So, I "warmed up" a bit and tried to join in.

The third guy was a bit drunk, and suddenly I found myself fucking him, but I couldn't integrate myself. 10 minutes later, I said goodbye as politely as I could. Carlos said he also had to leave, and soon after, as dawn broke, we shared a taxi to a midpoint between our homes. We were silent, although we glanced at each other from time to time. You know you attract me a lot, right? he said. And you attract me too, I replied. It's late today, shall we exchange numbers? I asked. I'll look for you tomorrow. Please, at 1:30, he said. At 12:30.

We shared a kiss in the back of the taxi, and each of us got out at our own door.