From the Beginning:
Late November I started hanging out at an apartment where three of my friends live after the bars close down. Carlos and Angel (two the the roommates) are Latino so needless to say a lot of other people at their place are as well. Jesus and Jonathan were two that I got to know pretty quickly. They are both so nice and friendly, always telling me how pretty I am, that they love my eyes and other flattering and semi embarrassing compliments (not used to all the attention).
I continued to hang out with Jesus and Jonathan at the boy's place and on occasion would see them out as well. After a while I kind of got the feeling that Jonathan liked me but I wasn't sure. One night at their place I was freezing and he gave me his sweatshirt to wear. A few days later I saw a group of them out at The Tavern and Jonathan and I started talking. This was the most attention he'd given me since we met (he was only talking to me and no one else) and mentioned that he and his girlfriend had just recently broken up.
Things continued as they had before and Latin Tuesday's at Cutty's started where I saw Jonathan every week. We would dance and talk and then finally a Tuesday around Christmas I decided to stay at the bar with him and not go with my friends to another one and I ended up staying with him all night. Nothing happened, we just kissed and enjoyed each others company.
Now as romantic as this may all sound, I had been warned by Angel that J was kind of bad news. Leading girls on, breaking their hearts, being a player etc. So I tried to not get too involved plus I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about him, I knew I liked him but it was all just so odd. Not that I have a problem with people of different races or interracial couples, I just never thought I would be interested in a boy from Mexico City with both ears pierced. I'd also heard rumors about him being involved with drugs. Here in Jackson weeds is pretty common but coke was a little more hard core (again just rumors that were later said to be a thing of the past).
Building a Relationship
So once again we continued to see each other out about once a week and were friendly with each other but remained just friends and continued to go our separate ways at the end of the night. About two or three weeks ago chatted on Facebook a few times about our feelings for each other. He was definitely way more into me then I was into him or at least how I thought I felt about him. Numbers were exchanged and we started texting on a regular basis starting 1/26. Although it hasn't been that long since then it feels like it has been forever.
We always calls me mi amor or bonita chica, so sweet. I always expected a text from him around 2pm everyday, before he went into work. The texting would then continue throughout the night. 1/28 I saw him at the Caddy where he works and we talked for a few minutes before he went home. The next night he stayed the night at my place. We kissed and cuddled all night long. A few days later he came over to watch a movie after work and once again stayed over. I have the next day off so we spent most of the morning just laying around.
I talked to him about how I felt and how even though we were not bf/gf (novio/novia) I hoped that he wasn't seeing other girls because I wasn't seeing anyone else. He assured me that I was the only one. I really liked him but wasn't sure where things would go and he told me he would respect my wishes to take things slow and not just see each other out.
I met up with him last Tuesday at Latin night and we danced all night. I dropped him off at home and as always a few minutes later receive a text saying how much he missed me already. At one point during this he told me he was so glad that he had met me because basically he felt out of place, being from Mexico City and all and that he didn't speak English well but he was working on it so that he could let me know how he really felt about me. Always so sweet, telling me he loved kissing me, he loved my lips and even when I would say I needed to work out and loss weight (since I joined a gym that was a big thing for me) that he said he liked me how I am.
The Turning Point
He and a friend went to Salt Lake Friday and came back on Saturday, we had plans to meet up out at The Tavern. This is where everything changed and became so unknown...
I text him that I was leaving for the Tavern and hoped to see him there soon. Bambi text me saying she had seen him downstairs at the Tavern so when I arrived I looked around for him but didn't see him. Once inside I talked to her a little bit more and took a look around but he was still no where to be found. I sent a text to him asking if he was there but no response. She then told me she had seen him talking to the police and I started to get worried. Someone else asked me if he had been arrested and I said I had no idea. Again I tried to text him and even call but no response. I went on about my night hoping to receive a text saying he had fallen asleep or went somewhere else and didn't hear his phone, at least something so that I would know he was alright.
I text Angel to see if he knew anything but at that point it was quit late and I'm sure he was already asleep. I was talking to some of my Latin friends from housekeeping at the hotel that night and two guys approached me and asked if I was Chelsea and knew Jonathan. Upon confirming that was correct, they asked to speak to me and we went to the back of the bar where it was a little more quiet. They let me know that Jonathan had lost his wallet and that he had tried to use someone elses ID to get into the bar and got arrested for that. They said they wanted to let me know and see if there was anything I could do to help. I had no idea, obviously something like this has never happened to me before. I felt so helpless and honestly even if I had money to help bail him out (which I definitely don't) I probably wouldn't have because that was just stupid.
*On a happy note his friends at the Tavern told me they were the ones he went to Salt Lake with and that he kept talking about me and saying how he wanted to get back to see me.
Yes I was upset and worried but I was also mad. Mad at him for trying that, for not telling me so that we could just do something else (yea I wanted to go out that night but mostly to see him), and even a little mad at myself for not going out earlier and intercepting him or being there when it happened so that I knew more. I told his friends that I was sorry and I didn't think that I would be of any help. I asked them to let me know when they knew more.
The next day I received a text back from Angel saying he didn't know anything and I explained what I knew to him and asked if he knew what we could do and to let me know if he heard any updates. It was then that he told me J was here illegally... I was surprised, especially since he has been here for 2 years and has a job at a local restaurant as a cook. I was disappointed at the thought that this could be true but I still cared about him, that didn't change. Then the thought came to mind that what if he gets deported and I never see him again? I can't imagine suddenly not being able to see someone ever again (I mean besides due to death) let alone someone I care about.
I have sent him texts several times even though I know he isn't getting them that I heard about what happened, I'm sorry I can't help, and to please let me know what he is out or whatever happens. As of now I still don't have any updates. I've been thinking about him a lot and it is just really hard not knowing what is going on. I hope to hear something soon. Jean is the only one of my roomies who knows that he was arrested for using a different idea but I haven't told her he is illegal. I just don't want everyone up in that business and judging everything. I still care about him even though he made some not so smart choices but who am I as an American to say much about being in another country illegally.
We are all so lucky (whether we believe it or not) to leave in a country that is as peaceful, liberal, and free as the USA. Sure we have our issue but who doesn't and honestly ours are pretty small compared to most of the world. I mean US citizen's don't normally flee the country to go live in another one illegally like other people do to live here.
Until later, I am living with a lot of questions!
Peace, Love, and J
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