Hispanic New Year

So tonight I decided to share my man hunt with you. I started it with a Hispanic Ad Agency that started it's New Year early. They decided that 2009 sucked, and so they wanted to get rid of it a month early and start 2010. Let me begin at the beginning.

My friend, Marc, who you will hear about frequently, I'm sure. He said, "Jessica, in order for you to find the man you are looking for, you need to go to places where this guy might hang out."

I respond, "Okay, easy for you to say. Where exactly is that?"

He and his spouse both agreed that it would be the bar at a luxury hotel. So after searching online for the 5 star hotels in Dallas, I decided on The Adolphus. I drove 45 minutes to get there...nothing like that amount of time spent in the car by yourself to talk yourself out of doing something. I get to the hotel, dressed in nice black slacks, a plum long sleeved shirt, and low black pumps. I tend to have to wear low heels, because at 5'9", finding guys taller than I am in higher heels tends just to create more obstacles.

I thought I needed to dress nicely since I was going to a luxury hotel, and Marc agreed. I arrived at the hotel, call Marc for some encouragement, because let's face it, I was backing out. There are plenty of places I can go by myself, but walking into a ritzy hotel obviously wasn't one of them, because my secure sense of self was not exuding.

Of course, as my luck would have it, Marc didn't answer. I sat back in my car and told myself, "Jessica, you never know what could happen. If you don't know, you already know that outcome."

So, I walked 10 feet to the hotel, with my head held high, pulled open the all glass door, and walked confidently up to the reception area. I didn't see a sign for their all star, highly praised restaurant, and so I asked the receptionist. He told me to go up the stairs and around the corner, then go down those stairs to a bar and grill. I asked if that was the only bar to have a drink in, and he said yes. I didn't inquire further, because maybe the restaurant I had initially wanted required my staying at the hotel.

I followed the guy's instructions, but soon found out that this bar and grill wasn't worth my entering. Two older gentlemen sat at the bar, and every other patron was a girl. I walked out the front door and walked around the bar and grill on the outside, because I could still see inside. I just wanted to make sure I didn't miss anyone.

Then I heard loud music coming from around the corner. I approached the area, and the event was open to the public, so I asked what it was. It was a Hispanic Ad Agency celebrating their New Year early, because 2009 sucked, or so they said. Everyone I saw was in jeans and tennis shoes, and I felt overdressed. I saw some men who could be potentials, so I wanted to go.

I thought my sister, Jennifer, could join me, so I drove another 45 minutes to get her and change and then 45 minutes back again. They played some good music and gave out prizes. As we stood there, no more potential men were seen...and I thought, "What a waste."

That is until I looked to my left....I saw a nice restaurant called The Iron Cactus. There was a group of men coming out. I followed them down the street with my eyes, without trying to make it look too obvious. This is a valuable lesson I learned for next time...why shouldn't I make it obvious, maybe just maybe they might do something about it. So they left, and I told Jennifer, that's where we need to go next...The Iron Cactus. I could see from where we were there were TVs in the restaurant. So, when a football game is playing, that is a prime opportunity for us to meet some men. Jennifer points out to me, "You can even talk football to them." Why, yes I can, and so The Iron Cactus awaits us...and if we never went to this Hispanic New Year, we would never have known about it. Football and The Iron Cactus...and some men, what could be better?