Hey Jealousy

Mr. Casa had his specific rules and limitations with me, which were codes of conduct that “some men” follow by in Morocco.  Going out with men he does not know is off limits and I had to convince him that it was okay.  One Saturday night, I felt like it was time to give him some space and I let him hang out with his boys alone.  I went out for coffee with another “friend” Mr. Morgan.  He is 34, married, and the same height as Michael Jordan-one tall Moroccan.  We ended up going to Bodega, which this was my first time there and one of my best nights-I just felt so alive, so happy, I guess so in love.

Mr. Casa was texting me and asking where I was as I was suppose to meet up with him after his coffee. Again, I ran out into the night with Mo, his brother, and another fellow American girl, but I just wanted to socialize, make friends, and build my network, which is what I do.  And I have to admit it was worth it because I found a place with nice live music, expats and Moroccans, and I just loved it.  If I didn’t go out and explore, would I have found this place when Mr. Casa just goes to the same old spots each week?

The American girl left early because she was tired and pretty lame (another expat that just bores me).  It was just Mo, his brother, and myself and we had a great time-such a great time.  We had a table in the front in front of the DJ-the DJ was supposedly one of the best in Africa-and I felt it with those siccckk beats. 

Priscilla was enjoying herself and we all decided to continue our great time out somewhere else.  I texted Mr. Casa and invited him to come to Bodega and he appeared disinterested until he sent me a text and I said, “I’m busy dancing.” He immediately said, “I’m coming there.”

In fifteen minutes he showed up with that “look.” Oh my goooodness that look is absolutely identical to Mr. Bigg-those eyes full of disappointment that take hold over me. It makes me freeze in stand still. He looks really good and he is wearing "the shoes."  When we were watching “Crazy stupid Love” I told him that I loved the brown, dress shoes Ryan Gosling was wearing and he said he has the same pair.  The sight of those shoes on him made my heart melt.

Unfortuntely, his cute outfit and my cute outfit did not make a right.    We started  arguing about me going there and not advising him first. I never even called him my "boyfriend", but we just acted like we were in a relationship from the get go-perhaps this was the problem-too much too soon.  Even with his disappointment, he took me out our other place "Le Squat" where we enjoyed the night dancing and meeting up with his roommates-it was a good, good night.

This post is dedicated to the song: "Hey Jealousy" by the Gin Blossoms