It’s sometime after midnight, maybe near 1am, and I’ve found myself a small wash-closet on the second floor of a white stucco building in Mykonos, Greece. “Is Mimi here?” I hear. I squeaked out in complete disbelief, opened the bi-fold door, and locked eyes with Fresno. “Do you want to go get a drink? Or hang out?” he asks.
“Do you want to go with him?” my girlfriend C asks. I nod with a smirk. I was tickled to have a steamy make-out session in the cobblestone streets of Mykonos with a marginally more masculine son-of-a-banker Ken-doll. C turns her attention to Fresno, “Give me your phone number. I expect to be able to reach her at any time on either one of your phones. You will walk her back to us and she will have had a nice time. Do I make myself clear?” Fresno is beaming as his dials his number into her phone. “I’ll cut your dick off” C calls out loudly as we make our way out of the tattoo parlor. The thing about Mykonos is you never know exactly where you are but you’ll recognize certain shops and know which direction you’re facing. #happiness is one of those shops. It was the last thing I remember from that night.
“Well I want to add you to Facebook.” I hear a man’s voice, weird. My eyes are closed and they’re glowing light pink behind my eyelids. Uh. It must be daylight?
“I don’t use Facebook.” I say with my eyes still closed, certain I’m dreaming.
“Yes, you do, I’m looking at your profile right now. Mimi Middlename. But it won’t let me add you. Also, you didn’t tell me you had a kid. You two are so cute.” My eyes shot open and I sat up in king sized bed in a large white marble hotel room to see Fresno, shirt off, sitting against the headboard looking at his phone. Looking at my Facebook. He looked over and smiled at me. “I searched by your name and city and boom there you were.”
“Ok. First of all no, get off of there. And also, what the hell happened last night?”
He looked somewhere between concerned and offended at my query. “Uh, you don’t remember? We went to a Skandanavian to dance, I had a drink, then we came back here and had sex. Uh … it was really good sex. You don’t remember? But anyway then we passed out. Your friend hasn’t even checked on you yet I’d like to add. Advil?” He opened a bottle of white pills that sat next to a scatter of condoms on his nightstand. We chatted a little while about our night and Fresno told me he’d also met a local girl, V, who had hand rolled him a cigarette. He said he left her to come find me at the tattoo parlor and that he was glad he did. I admired his honesty, it went well with the condoms on the nightstand. Fresno insisted I at least accept his Facebook Messenger request as I drank from his water bottle in bed, I told him I’d think about it before we agreed to venture out to fulfill his duty of taking me back to my friends. As he dressed he found 10$ euro on the floor. “Is this yours?” he asked me.
“Ha. It might be.” (It wasn’t.) “Tell you what, we can use it to buy us both a coffee on the way.” Afterall I was keen to float financially by flirting my way through Mykonos.
“Deal.” Fresno smiled warmly and we gathered ourselves and our things and headed out into the hallway of his hotel. I remembered nary a stitch of the all white lobby, front desk, or the girl seated there answering the phone. We walked past without a word, into the streets and Fresno led me down towards Akti Kampani, the shoreline street along the sea port. We ordered two double greek coffees with milk, as the youth there are wont to do, and sat out front on a bench, side by side with shoulders pressed together, facing the water next to my directional landmark the Manto Mavrogenous Statue. I told him we were as close as I needed him to take me and that I knew my way back from the statue. He lamented that he needed to pack his suitcase to move into his next hotel room, shared with his incoming cousin. The coffees arrived and Fresno looked at me sheepishly. “I guess this is goodbye. Don’t turn back to look at me when you walk away.”
I blurted “Ha. Don’t worry I won’t. Thanks for the coffee, and the sex, I guess?” I stood up from our bench and hugged him before taking my leave. As I rounded the corner I smiled to myself as I thought. I just had my first vacation fling, my first intentional one night stand, and I’m not going to look back. And then …
Fresno: I was sad. Til I found this. Do this on purpose?
Me: That’s not mine. Bahahaha. You just got #blessed?
Fresno: Lmao. Fuuuuuck
Me: Calm down … it’s finnneee
Fresno: You can have it if you want
Me: Ask V later. It’s so nice out. I’m on the cusp of a hangover, that feeling like you’ve been on a boat all day.
Fresno: She means nothing to me lol.
Me: They had locked me out .. had to call to get let in. Some friends.
Fresno: I feel bad for taking this now. Should I bring it back to the hotel in case someone asks for it?
Me: A Canadian would.
I was out in Mykonos walking with my girlfriends, stopping for lunch and vogue-ing for photos in the all white streets. Fresno has started texting me about how he hates his new hotel so he’s sitting on his suitcase somewhere in Mykonos trying to book some place he likes better on his phone. He’s telling me about his cousin and roomate. And he’s reminiscing about our night, all the while, I thought we’d agreed not to look back.
Me: No. You’re an anomaly. I don’t do one night stands. But #bucketlist I guess.
Fresno: Then don’t start now.
Me: Don’t start what? Don’t tell me what to do Fresno.
Fresno: Don’t start one night stands now. You can see me again.
Me: … I CAN?
Fresno: Omg. Fuck you.
Me: You did already.
Fresno waxed poetic about how good the sex we had was. I confessed it was foggy for me. “It doesn’t help that you’re totally cool as well.” I couldn’t help but feel like the blackout-sex Sleeping Beauty to his Prince Charming. Eventually, my group and I made our way back to the shoreline and into a cafe called Gelarte. As I sipped a freddoccino (an iced greek coffee) and my girlfriends enjoyed crepes and gelato I heard my phone buzz on the table. It was Fresno. He vibrated with an energy that was neither exactly stress nor excitement. He’s telling me about his whirlwind morning trying to that was apparently more stressful than my hangover had processed over text. I didn’t know what to say beyond that I was glad he had found a better spot to stay. He made his excuses to get off the phone as unexpectedly as the call was in the first place. I set my phone down and almost immediately received a text with apologies for interrupting my girl time to vent, and also, his hanging up abruptly.
Fresno: What are you up to today? You going out tonight?
Me: Fresno. Duh
Fresno: I hate you.
Me: You’re talking more like you love me but ok.
Fresno: I like you. I don’t love you. Not yet at least. Lucky for you I need at least a full week for that. Gonna get some food now.
Me: It’s fine California. Have fun. Were gonna do dinner later by windmill side.
Fresno: Don’t give me too much info or I’ll find you again.
Me: I don’t recommend it. I’ll act like a clingy gf and you’ll have to explain why we’re eloping.
Fresno: Doesn’t sound too bad.
Fresno continued texting me all evening, throughout our respective dinners, and into the night hours. Scattered in between meaningless text messages were the efforts of a man intent on seeing me again: When are you coming over? You wanna meet up tonight? I just want to know if your intention is to see me again tonight. We can meet at a bar. You’re also welcome to pregame here and head out with us and if you feel like splintering off, I will understand. Worth the voyage. If you want to meet up (and I do) let me know where you go and I’ll make sure we stop by. If not then maybe you and I can meet up later at least. Dance here with me. You and me, dancing at Skandanavian again, if we don’t find somewhere better. Later that night I told him where I was, one of the larger bars with an all-windowed back wall that opens up to the ocean.
Fresno: Heading to Caprice. Look hot.
I was just down the cobblestone street in a bar a few doors down; I ran back to find him. As I walked through the french doors the men I’d seen earlier there were trying to get my attention, I leaned my eyeline past them to see Fresno standing with his cousin ordering drinks. I walked up to him and he wrapped one arm all the way around my back and his hand squeezed my side. He whispered in my ear “you look so good”. I smiled and greeted his cousin, asked how their evening was going and chatted just a moment before telling him I had to go find my friends. He kissed my cheek and I left but this time I tossed a smile over my shoulder as I turned the corner.
There’s only two texts for the rest of that night:
Me: Fall in love?
Fresno: No. I need more time with you. Don’t tease me where tf are you?
I never replied to his question, but he found me that night.