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OK… so the last post was a to be continued one…

A couple of years ago I was looking for a sublet in South Beach as we were renovating the one on 16th and Collins. I really wanted for us to live in “the Flamingo” and my little heart started to race as soon as I saw an ad on Craigslist temporarily/ sublet section,  from a guy looking to sublet his 2 bedroom apt. in the Flamingo for at least 3 months for a very good price.

The catch??

I’d have to take care of his fiance’s dog ’till they’d come back. Well as you know I ♥ dogs and back then I still had my dog Menno so really… taking care of his fiance’s adorable dog was just  a BONUS for me.

Anyway, we did the interview and a couple of days later he called me to let me know that they ‘picked’ me and he asked me to stop by again to go over the rules, I met the dog etc. Needless to say I was ecstatic!

The third time we met was when I had to sign the papers and get the keys. I remember it well… it was a Friday and I couldn’t really sleep the night before. I went over to Mr. Simon Templar and we took care of business. He casually asked me for cash instead of a check and I had no problems with that at all. I just really wanted the place. I got the keys and the story was that I was gonna move in on Monday morning…

We shook hands and I wished him a pleasant trip to Europe and promised him I’d take real good care of his dog. The moment I left I got this really weird feeling coming over me… and it started to rain… I just knew something wasn’t right…

So I get home and start googling his phone number [he called me from a different number that day] and low and behold a couple of new ads popped up on BackPage and Craigslist… for the same apartment! As soon as I tried googling his name “Simon Templar“  I knew I was played.

accordingly to wikipedia:

Simon Templar is a thief known as the Saint because of his initials (ST), and because his heroic exploits fly in the face of an otherwise nefarious reputation.

So what was I supposed to do? I knew my ex would have made my life hell if I would have told him what happened. He’d make me feel like an idiot and prob. call me names and yell at me for days…  That was just not an option…

I called my girlfriends and explained to them what happened and asked them to call him and try to make an appointment to see the apartment. Some of them tried others just didnt have the balls to call him. The only one he called back is my Brazilian friend Pam. Pam is the sweetest girl ever but just not the brightest crayon at times and he most likely picked up on that plus her accent made her a great candidate for his scam. They made an appointment for 7 pm that night. He casually told her to bring money if she was serious on taking it.

My heart was racing… this motherfucker had some balls!

I called G.,  told him what was going on and this is what he told me:

” M. don’t worry… I am on the Beach, I have my badge, gun and handcuffs on me and I’ll be there in 15 minutes to come pick you up and we’ll get your money back. Don’t worry”

This was just what I needed to hear. I had my friend G. behind me. So comes 6.45 he picks me up and we head over.  The plan was for me to stand in the lobby while Pam. calls Simon to come on down to meet her. As soon as Simon walked out of the elevator, I’d turn around and greet him. This would be a sign for G. that that is Simon and from thereon he’d take over.

The plan worked out perfectly… Simon walked out… I walked up and greetd him. He was a bit surprised to see me there, but the Flamingo is a party building and it was Friday night so it was packed in the lobby and I told him I had some friends living there that had a party… so he wasnt too concerned to see me. He kept on looking for Pam though, but she obviously did not show.

Meanwhile G. walks up to Simon, flashes his badge and tells him : ” We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the heard way… it’s your choice buddy ” .

G. is a 6.2 feet tall Puerto Rican with olive skin a shaved head and a muscular/ ripped body…. pretty intimidating… and I am not talking about the gun and badge he carried.

Simon chose to sit down on a couch next to me with G. facing him. All I wanted to do was yell at the asshole and ask him why?? I did not deserve that because I am really a nice person. I wanted to hit him and shake him and a lot of other things. G. saw the anger in my eyes and told me to be quiet before I could even start.

Simon told Greg he had no money on him and that they would have to go to the cashpoint. That was no problem, there was one in the lobby. I had to stay on the couch. Of course once they were at the cash point Simon changed his mind and he told G. it was in his apartment, so G. told me to stay put and be calm while they’d go upstairs.

It took long and I was scared shitless. Seriously… I am not stupid [ahumI know I might seem that way sometimes... but I am really NOT ] so I was very relieved to see G. walk out of the elevator 15 min. later with a smile on his face.

G. told me that once they were in Simon’s apt. he got  “smart” with G. and tried to pull a gun. He saw that and tried to handcuff Simon but then he realized he didntbring the keys to the handcuffs so he tied Simon to the table with some of his own socks.

Simon was scared and cried and told G. that he got in debt with some big time drug dealers and that this was his only way out to getting hurt and that he had no more money in the apt. G. searched through everything and nearly gave up… then he saw the bible and remembered how his mom used to hide her money in there so he shook it and out came the $.

I was so happy/ excited/ scared/ shakey … full of emotions and adrenaline… I cannot even begin to describe it. We went for a drink after and he told me that he was proud of me for figuring it out, setting up the bust and staying calm… it made me feel a bit better that he told me not to feel bad for being so stupid to hand over cash…

- the end -

I am back in Miami for a couple of days to hang out with  my [old] friends. I used to live here, but haven’t been back in about two years, mainly because of my new found love for snowboarding and the sad fact that my ex and I nearly killed eachother here and made eachother’s lifes pretty much hell and I just didn’t want to be reminded of it.

I don’t know why I waited so long because the weather has been awesome, beach… kayakking, movies, great dinners, beautiful places [Liv @ the Fountainebleau  is just amazing!] and even more beautiful people.

I met up with G.  the other day. G. is a very good friend that used to be more my ex husband’s friend than mine. My ex was crazy [and so was I for staying with him] and G. was one of his friends that he’d go to if he ‘needed something’ or was in trouble.  G. also happened to be his number one candidate to invite for a three way. Yes.. you read that right. My ex was into all that shit. I was totally cool with that, better another guy than another girl ha! It never came to it though, so I can honestly say that I have never seen G. naked haha…

Anyway, G. used to be a detective in NYC but ‘left’ for Miami. He works for a private firm now, working for a porn company [doing security] etc.

The other day when I was in Breck we were talking about being ripped off… and I had to think of G. and the time him and I caught this guy who had an apartment sublet scam going on…

I have been in Breckenridge for the last couple of days and made a bunch of new friends. It was so fun!

Normally when you meet new people, you ask them important questions such as ‘what’s your job title?’ ,  ‘how much money do you make?’ ‘what’s wrong with you that you are still single?’ ‘what does your family do?’ etc.

haha.. I am kidding! Seriously though, when you meet people, you ask them questions and they’ll ask questions back… you know… you are conversating.

Well, I realized during a few of  these talks that I have a bunch of stories that I don’t really want to forget so I decided to have a new category : MEMORIES

stay tuned

So yeah, a dilemma…

When I first starting writing this blog, nobody knew about it and I wrote my little heart out; it could be about people I knew, feelings I had or the occasional one night stand.

Then… people started reading it and I met up with some other bloggers and little by little my blog alias became my alias on social networks and like the word SOCIAL implies, you are ’social’ meaning your friends are on it, you make new friends etc.

Long story short:

XADNESS is not anonymous anymore and I really wanna write how I feel, what shameful things I have been up to and whose neck/ throat I wanna squeeze ’till the eyes pop out [I am serious]. I also wanna write about that one guy I met, the other guy that I fancied and all the other stuff I have been fantasizing about.

Unfortunately, I am scared that some people might get hurt or offended… or maybe even pretty upset with me and really, I hate conflicts and I wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose and this blog, well… it’s just a blog…

So what am I to do? Sensor it? Create another blog??

f*ck it. I am gonna go for it.

I hereby wanna apologize if I might hurt anyone’s feelings. I am sorry.

no…. really

Saturday morning S. and I woke up around uh… 7.30. Excited about last night we start to catch up with each others version of what happened. Luckily, both versions were almost the same, meaning we weren’t all that gone. We were pretty disappointed in the fact that the pool was closed and there was absolutely no room service whatsoever available in the hotel.

We decided that before we would leave to go downhill biking, it might be beneficial to hae a good breakfast so we made our way down. In our PJ’s. Very classy. The receptionist shared our opinion, however, she was very helpful and sent us over to this kick ass little breakfast joint. Again. S. and I were chatting about how excited we are for snow and last night blah blah. Girl Talk.

After the most amazing morning after breakfast anyone could have wished for we made our way back. Ready to get on that bike. So we call Diablo for 2 rentals + one lesson [my neighbor wasnt there to keep an eye on me and S. had never been dhillin' b4]. The answer was NO. NO instructors and NO bikes.

That sucked.

Not ready to give up on biking quite yet we decided to go to another shop and get our IRON HORSES there. I mean, it was Saturday morning, 10 am… why would there not be any bikes? Again. The answer was NO. They only has one more bike. I guess God just didn’t want us to go downhilling.

Bummed out we decided to pack up and leave to go back home. Driving back home we passed some stables and decided to give it a shot and go do some back country [horseback] riding.  We tried at two different stables. No luck. It just wasn’t our day.

S. had the brilliant idea to go eat some RAMEN. Now, I neer ate any Ramen but TOP RAMEN, so really it didn’t excite me that much. S. on the other hand couldn’t have been more thrilled. So there we went, to Fort Lee to the Japanese shopping mall. The Ramen was good, our brainstorming sesh even better!

WE CAME UP WITH A NAME FOR THE NEW BANDANA COMPANY!

WHOOHOO!

So yeah, this weekend was the [un] official kick off of the new shred season.

The festivities started on Friday when Sarah came pick me up for our road trip to Mountain Creek in NJ. DC snow had Mack Dawg’s video premiere “Double Decade” , drive in style… so yeah, a car was an essential.

S. and I get along great. We both snowboard, skate, like boys ahum men and cocktail hour, so we had decided that it would be a smart idea to get a room in the posh Appalachian hotel at the bottom of the hill. I have a Mountain Creek pass so we got 20% off lodging… can’t help it… its the Dutch in me, I love discounts… they make me feel good! The plan was to go downhill biking @ Diablo the next day.

We made it out pretty much in time and went to the hotel first to check in/drop off stuff. When we got there we realized we weren’t the only ones who had the marvelous idea to stay over. The hotel was jam packed with snowboarders.

S. and I had a very nice room overlooking the parking lot. It smelled kind of funky, but had a romantic open fire place for those cold and romantic nights that we will most likely never have together. Sarah was getting ready and I wanted to go smoke a cigarette so told her to meet me down stairs whenever she was done. I grabbed my fliers + camera + bag and jumped in the elevator. We were on the 4th floor… The elevator made a stop @ the second floor and this really cute blond guy gets in, looks at me and asks me how I am doing. He had a lovely accent. My heart kind of stopped for a second. What can I say. He was handsome.

Sarah came down, we went to the parking lot @ South and saw that it wasn’t packed [yet], parked the car and walked around, trying to find something to drink. The only option were soft drinks/ cocoa [not even coffee] so we decided to grab some hot stuff and mix it up with the Ketel One in the car. When I was lining up, there were a bunch of kids behind me and all of a sudden S. is all excited because the kids had recognized me as ‘the chick from shredunion’. That was a special moment.

OK, so the movie was uh… great I think, I mean I didn’t really watch it because I was too busy finishing my drink[s] + conversating and we made our way over to the store @ South where the DC riders would be passing out autographs. As we walked in I immediately recognized ‘my’ elevator guy. We lined up. I felt like a teenager and got all the signatures. I actually ended up with 5 while there were only 4 riders… I don’t really get it but hey… its all good. I also got a lovely pair of hot pink skull candy headphones from a very nice stranger. Something tells me he might have something to do with SkullCandy. Haha! I have a bunch of SC’s already, but now I ♥ them even more.

We went upstairs and I kept on running into people I hadn’t seen in a while so it was super fun! We had lots of Ketel One + Soda’s and ended up dancing like idiots and having laughs with our new friends at DC. I am the first to admit that I might have had one too many but I wasn’t retarded. We ended up giving one of them a ride back to the hotel and then uh… hahaha … well, we don’t kiss and tell !

It was a fun night.

= wicked!

“Nobody can be exactly like me. Even I have trouble doing it.”

playing around with WordPress’s new toy:

Some people must think I am stupid,  Ha!

I don’t usually play games… but this one is one I am playing for the team…

Our team is def. having a power play right now!

Strange things happen when you work on a computer all day

Can’t wait to catch up with the girls and laugh our asses off.