by Maggie Voysest

Gigi and her girls. No, not that kind of relationship!! Just friendship…

Now Gigi might not have much luck with men and love, but she was blessed in one area: her girl friends. Gigi had always been lucky enough to find some of the best female friends possible. They say that women can always count on their girl friends more than on their men, and for the most part, this is true. No matter at what stage of her life, Gigi had always had 2-4 very close girl friends around her. Gigi liked to think that she was a good friend to them, always there to listen to them, try and offer them better advice than she followed for herself, and always ready to lend a helping hand. And if Gigi ever messed up and hurt her friends’ feelings by mistake, she was the first to offer a heartfelt apology. She was so good with words and with expressing her feelings, and she hated hurting people. Women! We can be so easily hurt and so often take things the wrong way.

Gigi never had that problem with her many male friends. She was even able to do the impossible: stay good friends with someone she was once involved with or in love with. She loved having male friends because they gave great advice and gave her an “in” on the male perspective. Male friends with benefits were even better. Gigi could get the sex she craved without the problems of relationships or the dangers of getting hurt. Male friends never got pissy or hormonal. They didn’t have falling outs that could last for days, weeks, months, years, or forever. Hmmmm, the more she thought about it, maybe female friends have their own issues, and male friends, at times, can be better. I said “at times” girl friends!! Please don’t get mad at Gigi. If there is anything Gigi has learned, it’s that nothing in this world is perfect or comes easy. We have to work hard at maintaining everything we have: love, friendship, work, your body!!

Gigi would be the first to admit that the most fun she has had, apart from a really great orgasm or two, has been those wild and crazy times spent with her girl friends. Gigi had been on two very fun trips in the last few years, one totally unforgettable one to Miami with Kelly, and one to Chicago with Kelly and Susan. She also had many amazing nights with her girls. Sometimes these nights involved men they met and sometimes they didn’t.

Sometimes it involved girls and great chick flicks:

• Sad love movies or funny comical ones
• Movies that had the story of their lives on the screen in front of them like Sex in the City or The Women
• Dragging Miss I-hate-musicals Kelly to see Mamma Mia, and slowly watching Kelly’s foot begin tapping to the music
• Giving in to a secret Twilight craze and lusting after a teenage vampire with pirate-loving Mary

Sometimes it was great food:

• Teaching Susan how to say “Can I order half a cow?” in Spanish at a Mexican restaurant, at 2 in the morning after dancing all night, and seeing the waitress get all confused
• Laughing about the existence of Chihuahua cheese which everyone insisted wasn’t real, but actually did exist. The Mexicans had never heard of it, not even the waitress, yet Kelly insisted that it did, and then Gigi found it days later on a counter at Meijer’s!
• Screaming at cockroaches running by their table and getting them a free meal

And so many other memories with the girls:

• Camping by a lake, just women and their children
• Shopping for to-die-for outfits, or truly horrendous outfits they would never be caught dead in, but were pretending to like, just to pull Susan’s leg

When it involved men, sometimes it was just flirting and at times it was falling in love. Love. Why is it so vital and necessary to our happiness? Is everyone in search of love if they don’t have it? Or is it only Gigi? Please say it isn’t so!!

Gigi’s favorite trip of all was the time Kelly and Gigi did, I mean, went to Miami. Went!! Talk about a Freudian slip… They had found out that their all-time favorite Spanish rapper, Daddy Yankee, was having a concert tour. The choices were to see him in Chicago or in Miami. Ok. No choice really. Kelly and Gigi loose in Miami. Oh yes. And by a lucky chance, the concert was when Gigi had a four day weekend thanks to a Jewish holiday falling on a Thursday. Which meant they could leave on Wednesday…Gigi loved her school district which celebrated all the major Jewish holidays, giving Gigi many a well-deserved break. And don’t you even dare say that teachers get too many holidays. You try dealing with children all day long. It takes a very special person to be a successful teacher! Teachers earn every single day of their many days off.

Gigi had been tutoring a lot (one of her side jobs), and she had some mad money squirreled away. What better place to spend it in, but in Miami, and with Kelly? Miami. Mojitos. Empanadas. Cuban food. Clubs. Mango’s salsa club. Hot Latinos. Mango’s hot hot, sizzling hot waiters who danced on top of the bar, dressed in barely anything. Shopping. Sun. Beach. South Beach! Gigi’s suitcases were packed in minutes: sundresses, little salsa nothings, bikinis (bottom parts only since South Beach is one of the only beaches in the States that allows topless sunbathing. When Gigi found that out many years ago, she yelled; “Woo Hoo”, flung her top off, and finally freed her Spanish tatas after years of American bikini top captivity). Her suitcase actually remained packed for many months after they returned, just in case she had a chance to return at a moment’s notice. Gigi is nothing if not optimistic.

Now Gigi had not known Kelly for that long when they went off to Miami together. Gigi had met Kelly and Susan a few years back, at one of the salsa clubs she went to. She’d immediately thought that not only were they the nicest blondes she’d ever met, but also very smart (apart from a few rare hilarious blonde moments) and as voluptuously attractive as herself. Their times together were rarely boring and were filled with lots of adventures, because all three of them had the exact same attitude towards men, dating, and sex. Kelly used to go out with Susan to the clubs, and Gigi went with Mary. But as the only single ones, Gigi and Kelly at times wanted to go out more often, and soon they found themselves pairing up. Pairing up. What a pair indeed, Gigi and Kelly were a very dangerous combination. An American blonde and a Latina brunette. Many a time they saw men stare at them, their gaze going from one to the other as if trying to make up their mind which one they wanted. A few had even asked them if they’d ever do a threesome. One had even placed a hotel key in Gigi’s almost eager hand… and did a very good job of tempting her. But Kelly wouldn’t even consider it, no matter how much she had drunk. Gigi had always wanted to at least try it once. Oh Gigi. Will you stop at nothing?

Kelly is single, has been divorced for many years, but she has no children yet. She is a home care nurse, and though totally American, has a serious thing for anything Latino: food, music, and yes, its men of course. Unfortunately, most of the men she meets at the salsa clubs are not men she can take home to meet her parents. Some are illegal, some have no jobs, and some don’t even speak English. That last one is always rather funny to Gigi, since Kelly does not speak much Spanish. She would ask Gigi to translate the happy salsa upbeat music, only to find out the words were quite sad. She soon stopped asking for translations after that. Kelly doesn’t even look in the slightest bit Latina, being very blonde. She is a total mutt, according to her, when Gigi asked her what her ethnicity was. Oh Kelly. Haven’t you learned yet that anything you say, can and will be used against you in a future chapter of the life of Gigi? So be forewarned from now on…

Susan is also blonde, strangely of Italian descent, and can be very Italian in her mannerisms. Yet she is the calm one. She has this larger than life personality, and is normally the sane one when Gigi and Kelly, the emotional ones, are at odds. She is the pacifier and the one they turn to when pouring out their girly complaints. Poor Susan. She probably has to deal with first Kelly calling her to complain about Gigi, and then Gigi calling her to complain about Kelly! And yet, somehow she manages to be a good friend to both of them, and helps patch things up between them. Whoever said three girls cannot be good friends never had a Susan to help out. Maybe she’s so good at this because she’s the comforter, the one who takes care of everyone. She does 90% of all the work, going above and beyond, while people around her just take and take. She manages so much: children, several jobs, and an ungrateful husband. Husband? Yes, Susan is the only married one. Her story is slightly more complicated. She has been married for 14 years and has three children, but her marriage is not a happy one, and she, like many unhappily married women, is stuck. Stuck in a loveless marriage, without the money or recourses to leave and start anew. She has several jobs, but none that could help her become independent. She is unable to leave, not if she wants to provide her children with the life they are used to. And so she stays. And to keep sane, to feel loved and attractive and wanted, she has affairs.

These are Gigi’s memoirs and Gigi is honest to a fault. She could have lied and made Susan to be a single woman. But Susan doesn’t lie about it, so why should Gigi? So Susan has extra-marital affairs. Many people do. For many different reasons. But please do not blame her or think ill of her. I think we all know someone in her situation. Someone who just cannot free herself of a loveless marriage. Now Susan doesn’t normally indulge in meaningless one night stands. Instead she finds men whom she likes and has long-term relationships with them. The men she indulges in these affairs with all know that she is married. She doesn’t fool or lie to them. Her husband, you ask? Well, no. He doesn’t quite know. Yet he never bothers to do anything with Susan. He doesn’t take her anywhere. He doesn’t even mind that she goes out dancing all the time without him. He is not a very nice person. He’s not physically abusive, but he is mentally and emotionally abusive to Susan. He shamelessly treats Susan with so much disrespect and he stopped giving her the love and care she needed years ago. So Susan resorted to find it elsewhere. Susan has a few “regulars”, we’ll call them. She is fond of each and every one of them, some more than others, and thanks to them she is able to find some happiness in her loveless life. But I digress. Back to Kelly and the Miami trip.

As long as Gigi had known Kelly, she had seen her go through many of the same trials and tribulations she had. Kelly had about the same bad luck that Gigi had. She would find a seemingly nice guy and would start a relationship with him, only to find out months later that something was drastically wrong. Then she would give up on men for a while, and do as Gigi does, console herself with some fun sexual experience that had no future. When Kelly and Gigi decided to go to Miami, they asked Susan to go with them. In the past, Kelly had taken all of her trips with Susan, whom she had known since she was young. But Susan wasn’t able to come. So it was Gigi’s turn to travel with her. Kelly’s mother asked her if she thought they would do well on a trip together. She asked Kelly if they had the same morals. Kelly choked up inside at that, wanting to burst out laughing saying that indeed they had the same morals, or at times lack of morals, but she wasn’t quite as close to her mother in sexual matters as Gigi was with hers, and so she couldn’t say what was on her mind.

So one sunny September day, Gigi and Kelly met at the airport, and were soon toasting their oncoming trip. Gigi was on the run from Joe, the Peruvian guy she had dated for five months. He had just broken up with her, coldly and heartlessly throwing her out of his house, so she was ready for fun and distraction. On the plane, Gigi said that she wanted to meet a hot black Cuban guy in Miami. Kelly wasn’t really looking for anyone specific, as she had a few interests back in Michigan. One thing they did agree on though: they wanted men and mojitos. Or mojitos and men. Maybe even several men and many mojitos. Or was it many mojitos and a few men? Little did they know that they would both fall hard for someone while on vacation in Miami. Vacation love. So hard to have any kind of future with a love found on vacation, since it would inevitably turn into a long-distance thing. Even worse were the local men in these vacation towns, men who preyed on vulnerable, lonely, vacation women, pretending to care for them while they were in town, and all too soon stopping all communication and turning to the next vacation woman.

Both Kelly and Gigi would experience “love in Miami“, and I bet you can already guess who will meet someone and fall in love only to lose him due to his unknown problems, and who will be the vacation woman fooled by the local man. Or maybe not. Both of these things could and have happened to Gigi. Yet if you knew Kelly better, you’d know right away which was her Miami destiny. Kelly was not one to be fooled by a man, and she rarely gave them many chances. She seemed tougher than she was, and didn’t normally fall in love or like or lust as quickly as Gigi did. Yet, she did fall sometimes, maybe reluctantly, and maybe it didn’t work out. But she gave it her all, and then was left wondering what the hell had happened to that incredible happiness. Kelly fell for really nice men, who had some huge, hidden flaw that took weeks, and sometimes months to become apparent. Yet Gigi told Kelly just the other day, that maybe their love affairs didn’t end well, but at least they fell in love and experienced total happiness for a while. Some people never have that, that magical feeling of being in love. Kelly hadn’t ever thought of that, and hopefully drew some comfort from Gigi’s epiphany.

Gigi and Kelly had their whole trip planned before they left the plane. They would arrive in Miami, eat an empanada or two at the airport, grab a taxi, go straight to their hotel, jump in the shower, put on their slinkiest salsa outfit and head straight for Mango’s, one of their favorite salsa clubs on South Beach. They had both been there in the past. Kelly with Susan and Gigi with her Albanian girl friend Adrianna for her one night bachelorette party. Mango’s had the hottest waiters, and was right on the main drive of South Beach and within walking distance of their hotel on Collins Avenue.

So it wasn’t too many hours after leaving Michigan’s fall, beautiful though it may be, that they were in late summer heaven in Miami. They danced their way into Mango’s and soon Kelly was whisked away by several Latino men who knew her from her last trip. Kelly as a blonde was always in higher demand than Gigi…unless that is, it involved African American men. Or Cuban men. Especially black Cuban men. Well, they WERE in Miami. And Gigi HAD asked on the plane about finding one. Kelly being a good friend and all, soon had one in hand, and delivered him straight into Gigi’s totally eager hands. Yordys was one hot black Cuban guy. Gigi had to bite her lip not to moan, and she surreptitiously had to wipe away just a little drool. He was tall and lean. He spoke English with a sexy accent. He could salsa dance, And he had this devilish look in his eyes. How could Gigi resist? He worked at Mango’s as a waiter, but not one who served drinks. He cleaned up around everyone. Which meant he had lots of time to walk around and scope out the place and the women on vacation. He was dangerous with a capital D. But Gigi didn’t even hear the warning bells: Hot. Sexy. Working in a club at a local hot spot in top holiday vacation spot. Can we just mentally count how many women he gets a week? A month? A year? Poor Gigi. May she never find out the exact amount.

Now we know that Gigi is not averse to casual sex. What she hates with a passion are the men who lie their way into her heart, pretending to feel something they don’t just to get into her pants. Yordys was one such liar. He flirted and romanced her all night, escaping work a few minutes at a time to dance with her, singing soft Spanish boleros, or love songs, into her ears, asking Gigi to please wait till he closed the bar so that they could be alone together. Gigi was Spanish putty in his Cuban hands. Meanwhile Kelly was not doing too badly on her own. She had run into Juan, whom she had met the last time she was in town, and he soon charmed her out of her misgivings. Gigi, Kelly and Juan waited outside Mango’s for Yordys to finish work, running into a very famous Latina salsa singer, La India, which totally made Gigi’s night. “Who’s La India?” asked Kelly innocently, making Juan and Gigi just gape at her in astonishment. For one who hated any music except salsa, Kelly was a little behind on their actual names. Later on, when Gigi played her some songs she realized she DID know La India, who very gracefully kissed them on the cheeks and had her photo taken with them.

They didn’t have to wait very long for Yordys. It was four in the morning (oh wonderful Miami and its late nights for clubs, not quite as late as those in Spain, but way later than those in the Midwest). Yordys took them to a club nearby, and the night continued merrily on its way. Now please remember that when in Michigan, Gigi rarely drinks. She doesn’t like to drink and drive (or spending money on drinks. She’d much rather spend it on shoes). Well, Gigi was on vacation and had mad cash in her possession, so it was several too many mojitos later, that she found herself in a… let’s call it a club… with a dance pole in the corner. And before too long, Gigi and Kelly were having their very first pole experience, and if I must say so myself, they did a pretty good darn job of it. At least there were no complaints from Yordys and Juan.

They spent a few hilarious hours in the “club” and then split up… and this time it was not Gigi and Kelly going home together, but Kelly and Juan off to his place, and Gigi and Yordys to her hotel. Thank goodness she remembered where the hotel was. As for the rest of the night, well, morning, it was all a vacation affair should be: hot and passionate and fun. Gigi would have been happy with just that, but Yordys had already started the vacation song of how beautiful she was, and how special, and how he wanted to see as much of her as possible. He sang her beautiful Spanish love songs… he could have been a singer, not a waiter!

Gigi was a little skeptical of it all, but thought why not. He was what she had ordered, and he had been served up to in her in a very nice platter. They had more fun in the morning, and Yordys sent Gigi two texts while he was with her in the room, telling her he loved her. Of course Gigi didn’t believe that in the slightest, but the attention was nice. They joined a similarly happy Juan and Kelly for brunch at what soon became their favorite restaurant in the world. Puerto Sagua was right by their hotel, and was either Cuban, Puerto Rican or Dominican. Cuban I think, but there was some argument about that. Juan was Peruvian and Yordys didn’t think it was truly Cuban. But the food was amazing, and Kelly and Gigi ended up having every single meal there the rest of the weekend. The foursome happily made plans to meet at Mango’s that night.

Kelly and Gigi headed off to the hotel, grabbed bikinis, and went to the beach with Juan What could be better than South Beach with hot guys? Yordys didn’t stay since he had to go home and get ready for work, and Juan soon left. Leaving Gigi and Kelly to the mercy of other beach sharks. One of them was a sweet, yet rather off-the-wall beach bum, who called himself Papa Santa, and walked around with beer in a garbage bag filled with melting ice, offering the girls some. One was a very strange man who kept following Gigi (or maybe it was her bodacious tatas on full display that he was following). It was nice though to be admired among so many of the tall and skinny species. Tatas do look good on display on the beach.

By night time, after another meal at their Cuban restaurant, Gigi and Kelly were ready for more fun, and back to Mango’s they went. Now the night didn’t quite go as expected… Juan had never called Kelly and never showed up. Yordys had a night off, and rather than spend it with Gigi, had gone out with other friends, and didn’t come to the club until 2 AM. Kelly was fine, and soon found someone new to flirt with. Hugo was also Peruvian and a friend of Juan’s. He told Gigi that Juan was a player (“No?!!” said Gigi sarcastically). Hugo however, was not a player. He was a very sweet guy, and a great dancer, and soon Kelly wasn’t missing Juan in the slightest. Gigi, however, was missing Yordys and his attention, and didn’t find anyone else she was attracted to. Once Yordys showed up, her evening got better.

They closed Mango’s down at 4 AM and were all starving, so they walked up and down Miami, trying to find a place to eat. They finally found a dive, hot and muggy and greasy and oily, and not at all good… but it was all that was open. Kelly and Gigi saw Papa Santa again, and he looked at them without a hint of recognition, until they told him where they’d met. “Ohhhh,” he exclaimed. “I didn’t recognize you with your tops on.” Gigi lost it then, laughing at the thought that once her tatas were covered, she no longer looked the same. Gigi and Yordys held hands, as they talked about so many things. Yordys was not just a pretty face. He also had a brain, and he began to grow on Gigi.

Now since Kelly was no longer with Juan, their room was no longer available for Gigi and her hot Cuban… the one disadvantage of sharing a room on vacation. Hugo walked Kelly to the hotel and dropped her off as a gentleman should, without trying any advances. Yordys only rented a room with a family (or so he said…for all Gigi knows, he could have been married with five Cubanitos), so he couldn’t take Gigi home with him. Instead he asked Gigi to go count stars with him on the beach. Oh what a line. Do they sell a book with the perfect one-liners guaranteed to melt a soft and naïve heart? This was before Gigi had begun her online dating, and she was still a tad gullible.

They lay back on the warm sand and did just that, count stars, and then they walked along the beach, talking of their lives, their past loves, their hopes for the future. Yordys had a tragic past. He had escaped Cuba and made it to Miami, safe and sound; months later his pregnant wife was not so lucky and her “balsa“ (raft) sank. Gigi‘s heart almost broke, and he lay his head on her tatas, and talked of how he longed to have a child one day, telling Gigi that their daughter would be the most beautiful mulatta ever. “Dame una hija mulata y preciosa“ (Give me a beautiful mulatta daughter). He called her all the Spanish mushy words she‘d ever dreamed of hearing, and they are so much more mushy and sweet than the ones in English. It was all so romantic, and yes, he sang more Spanish love songs, and silly Gigi began to fall, bit by bit, in love. Vacation love maybe. But nevertheless a kind of love. After all, has not Gigi shown you all the different types of love that exist in this world? If we all became totally cold and cynical, would we not lose out on finding “love, true love”? There was no “dessert” that night, not in the hotel, and not on the beach, but Gigi was perfectly happy just lying back in his arms, counting stars and hearing him sing to her.

Now just the other day, Gigi entered a discussion on face book on what “falling in love with someone” entails. Gigi has always thought that falling in love is the beginning of feelings for someone, whether or not they are based on real feelings. It is that first attraction. Finding someone you like to be with, who tugs at your heart strings, and makes you hope and wish he could be the one. Only time tells if it is real or fantasy. Most of the time it is fantasy and wishful thinking, but sometimes that falling in love feeling can lead to a more lasting kind of love.

That next night was Friday, and it was the night of the concert. Remember that Gigi and Kelly had come to Miami not just for men and mojitos, but also for a big dose of sexy Spanish rapper Daddy Yankee. And soon he’d be dangling right above their very heads, descending from a fake stage helicopter, and tantalizingly in reach. Gigi and Kelly screamed like teeny bopper Beatles fans, and had an amazing night. Yordys had come by the hotel to see Gigi before she left. He wasn’t working that night, and he told her he’d meet her after the concert. He met her there at 11, and he wanted to take Gigi and Kelly to a club with friends of his. But it wasn’t a salsa club, and Kelly wanted to try a different salsa club. Once again, Yordys left Gigi to go hang out with his friends, telling her he’d catch up with her later. So Kelly and Gigi went to the famous club owned by Gloria Estefan, Bongo’s Cuban Café. Now Gigi and Kelly were just tourists, and didn’t know that whereas at Mango’s they’d be able to dance a lot of salsa with both tourists and locals, Bongo’s was only for locals, and had more salsa snobs, that only danced with people they knew. So it wasn’t much fun, and Gigi had way too much to drink. So much so, that when they went back to South Beach she was weaving in and out of traffic, ran into a gorgeous cop, and told him “Hi honey,” as she gaily jaywalked past him. He simply gawked at her and smiled. Gigi was flying high, both mad at Yordys for leaving her, and enjoying her unaccustomed inebriated state.

Once back at Mango’s, Kelly and Gigi had fun flirting with the gorgeous waiters. Kelly asked one of them if he slept around, and he laughingly told her “Only if you want me to…” Oh be still our vacation hearts. Miami is the booty city of all booty cities ever. Yet despite the gorgeous waiters, Kelly was soon happy to see Hugo there. He was so much fun to be with, and danced with both her and Gigi. Gigi and Hugo even danced a flamenco together, and had the crowd cheering happily. All too soon, Kelly and Hugo became an item, and this time she did go home with him. Gigi stumbled to her hotel alone, and thought that would be that. Until Yordys called all apologetic, and lovey-dovey, and trust me there is no lovey-dovey attitude like that of a remorseful Cuban man who realizes he has royally messed up and let down his woman. He knows just how to weasel his way back in, and weasel he did. He was soon at Gigi’s hotel, and they sat outside laughing as they watched seven cop cars working on giving one drunk driver a ticket. Seven!! Romance and laughter worked its magic, and soon Gigi and Yordys were making up on her hotel bed. Making up is the best part of a fight, especially when it involves Latinos.

The next day they met Kelly and Hugo for breakfast at their favorite restaurant and went off to the beach together. This time even Yordys came to the beach, and she and Yordys had fun cavorting in the warm waters of South Beach. It was their last full day and night in Miami, and this time Yordys was an absolute sweetheart. He left early again, and Gigi walked around Miami with Hugo and Kelly, watching them fall in love with every step. At one point Kelly looked at Gigi and said, “Oh oh.“ And Gigi knew just what that meant. That Kelly had fallen hard. They spent the rest of the day as a happy and innocent threesome. Hmmm, maybe Kelly DID do threesomes!! Hugo met them at their hotel that night with some cold beer, and they spent hours listening to music and laughing about how cold beer made Kelly’s hot ears feel so much better. Yordys had to work that night, so Gigi didn’t see him till later. But he showered attention on her all night, telling all the other waiters that she was his, and that he was the luckiest man in the world.

Gigi had that one last night with him, and everything was perfect until they woke up and he went suddenly cold. Vacation love was beginning to wane. For him at least. Where Hugo was concerned, he squeezed every last romantic minute possible, buying Kelly a huge stuffed teddy bear to take back with her. He spent every last moment with her, while Gigi spent it alone. Yordys said he had to go home and get some sleep and that he would see Gigi a few hours before she left. He met her much later at Hugo’s house, still cold and quiet, no kissing, no hand holding, and Gigi felt so sad and let down.

Kelly and Gigi left for the airport in tears. And Gigi was ready to admit that it really just was a weekend vacation love fling. Yet Yordys had to put in one last effort. Her taxi passed him as he waited by the bus stop that would take him to work. He must have seen her tears, because suddenly he called her, all passionate and romantic and Latino, telling Gigi that he loved her. That he hated goodbyes. That she shouldn’t be sad, and that they would see each other again. Gigi believed in him one last time and walked through the airport at Miami, tears streaming down her face, as though her heart was torn in two. Too sudden, you might think? Probably. But unless you’ve felt that “summer lovin” feeling, you will not understand what it’s like to believe in something built on such a flimsy start. But he was just a vacation liar. He called for a while. Then answered the phone for a while when Gigi had to be the one to call. And then he stopped answering. But even that was not the worst of his deceit. Kelly received a call one day from him, telling her that he missed HER, wanted to see her!! And each time that Kelly went back to Miami that year to see Hugo, she would run into Yordys at Mango’s and he would flirt with Kelly, and not even bother to ask about Gigi. He certainly wasn’t Danny, and Gigi wasn’t destined to be Sandy.

Now Kelly’s love affair was doomed from the beginning, but in a different way than Gigi’s. Hugo was not a liar or a player. He was, however, illegal and manic-depressive, off his meds because he couldn’t get them in Miami, and Kelly suffered through many a manic episode of his, while on vacation to see him. She went to Miami several times, but it slowly withered away and she had to break it off with him. The first time he had a manic-depressive fit was the worst, and Gigi had both Kelly and Hugo calling her from Miami in despair. Gigi had moved on from her Cuban Yordys, tried to rekindle love with her Peruvian Joe, and had settled on her Honduran Jose (can we all say let’s play the Latino musical beds?). There she was in bed with Jose, when she received the frantic calls, and she had to leave Jose with a you-know-what on his whatchmacallit, and he fell asleep with it on. Never let Kelly ever say Gigi hasn’t been there for her in any emergency, even depriving herself of a great orgasm. Gigi would do anything for her girls, and they for her…
Gigi and her girls ran on for way more pages than I thought, and maybe we’ll have to have another take on them another day. But now it’s time for all good little authors of Gigi stories to go to sleep…

To read Part XVII, see The Adventures of a Thoroughly Confused Gigi – Part XVII

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