This isn’t a story of promiscuity or about a tale of one night fucks. But interesting enough, it’s a more of like a New York City romance. New York is the last place that someone would associate when it comes to love. Ask about how much sex are New Yorkers having regularly and you’ll be astonished to learn that almost everyone fucks each other like they’re in Babylon. I’m not saying that “Free Love” is a bad thing. “Free Love” and its main function is obviously to make someone feel better and desired. But what about love here in the big city? I say, just pretend that it’s a beautiful hologram of the romantic films from Hollywood and enjoy it while it lasts.

Last week, after finishing the first chapter of the second novel that I’m working on, I felt drained and pretty much ran out of ideas. I needed to find an inspiration to start the second chapter of the book. So I stepped out of my modest apartment in the Financial District and called a cab to take me to Greenwich Village, I went to this bar called THE FOUR FACED LIAR, on West 14th Street and Sixth Avenue. It’s a typical Irish Pub with an actual Irish man fresh from Dublin as their bartender. I ordered a glass of Rob Roy and the bartender who’s name was Liam, got no idea how to make it. So I explained to him that it was a cocktail created in 1894 at the Waldorf=Astoria Hotel here in Manhattan. He googled it on his smartphone and found out the ingredients. He finally made it and gave the drink to me for free. It was one of the best drinks I ever had. But on the corner of the bar, I noticed an exotic beauty, I really couldn’t figure out her ethnicity. She had long brown hair, a naturally tan skin, and piercing grey blue eyes. She smiled at me and me being a little buzzed from the very strong drink that Liam made, smiled back at her like a horny teenager. So I stood up from my seat and ordered a shot of jaegermeister before walking over to “Miss Exotic”.

“Hello!” I shamelessly said.
“Hi!” She replied with that sweet smile.
“Are you having a good night?”
“Yeah, it’s a decent Monday night.”
“I’m Lorenzo, what’s your name?”
“I’m Sarah.”

She gave me a sweet smile after she uttered her name. I also noticed her slight accent despite the fact that she sounded almost an American. So I asked her about her origins and started to hold her hand.

“So where are you from originally?”
“Tel Aviv, but I go to school at NYU”
“Really? What are you studying?”
“I’m on my fourth year of law school.”
“That sounds very interesting!”

Just like that, I felt a some kind of connection or relative energy that I haven’t felt with anyone. Not even with the one night stands that I’ve had over the past few years. It’s hard to explain. I did another shot with her, she had tequila and I had whiskey, and then another one and we both chased it with a cold PBR. After we emptied out our drinks, I held her hand again and led her towards the narrow hall to the bathroom where we kissed each other passionately. We really wanted to fuck each other’s brains out but none of us got any condoms. So we just continued to make out with fucking passion and I went down on her like I never did with anyone before! This is almost “Free Love” I think.. There was a goddamn connection between us that exceeds beyond sex and I could tell that it was mutual. After we finished in the bathroom, we went back to the bar where we had two glasses of red wine. While I was finishing the other half of my drink, I noticed that she’s looking at me with a serious face like she’s about to say something important. Little did I know, what she said was actually something I didn’t expect.

“What’s up?” I asked.
“This is all we have right now, I can’t offer you anything serious.” Sarah replied.
“What are you talking about? You and I are having a good time right now, don’t shit all over it!”
“I’m not shitting all over it! All I’m saying is, this is a very bad time for you to take serious interest in me. I’m in a couple of long distance relationships right now and still dating someone on top of that.”

I looked at her with a shadow of sadness in my eyes. How the fuck did she know my fucking intentions? Am I this transparent?! Now it made me feel fucking conscious.
I stared down the floor for a few seconds and then looked back at Sarah.

“Do you understand? Lorenzo!” She asked me again.
“What?” I replied.
“You can have as much fun as you want with me but I can’t offer you anything serious. It’s important to me that you understand.”
“I understand.”

I hate lying but during that moment, I needed to lie to her. I wanted to assure her that I’m not gonna fall hard. We then started making out after that, I noticed a girl drinking by herself at the corner window of the bar, I approached her and after a few shots of whiskey, I found myself kissing her, pretending that she’s Sarah. Sarah saw me doing that, I made sure she did. She was just sitting there at the corner with a smile her pretty face. After I made out with the girl whose name I didn’t even know, I went back to Sarah.

“So how was it or how was she?” She maliciously asked.
“Actually not bad. Not as good as you though..” I responded.

Sarah laughed at me like an eighteen year old. I kissed her again and caressed her legs. The electricity that only she and I could feel was there again. In a New York minute, I also realized that it was time for me to go. We got each other’s Kodak moment, now it’s time to move on.

“I have to go” I said.
“Why?” Sarah asked.
“I have to be somewhere tomorrow morning.”
“Okay, I think I will stay for one more drink and then head home.”

I gave her a full kiss before leaving the bar. I also made sure that we got each other’s digits before leaving. Then I realized that I’ve met someone who see through me. If I ever decide to get myself into a serious relationship, that’s one of the qualities that I’d like my better half to have. But I better stop these illusion before I fucking hurt myself. I do appreciate Sarah’s honesty though. How very New York of her, considering that she’s from Israel. But it was a beautiful “Free Love” is what we shared. A “Free Love” without the love, but hey it’s free!

TO BE CONTINUED (MAYBE)………