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light green drinks.
    Stacey raised both her glasses and said, “Shout-out to my girl Yvette and her divorce.”
    â€œYes, shout-out to Vette’s divorce. It is not the end, but a new beginning for you. You will get another husband, but you can’t get another you,” Geneva said and cheered.
    â€œExactly, shout-out to the men that don’t know what they got until they are replaced. Let’s drink.”
    We all finished our first glasses of apple martini and were well into our second when Stacey pulled out her camera, and began taking pictures of us. We were being silly posing like models and making faces. She extended her arm to try to get all three of us in the frame. After my two drinks I was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. My body felt like it had to keep up with the tempo and began moving to the rhythm. I felt so liberated. I was in another country and didn’t care about anyone, and I could do whatever I wanted, like dance by myself seductively in the middle of the floor.
    It didn’t take long before a man with excessive cleavage and a gold rope chain around his neck started dancing with me. I didn’t care what country I was in; gold rope chains and man cleavage weren’t in style. I danced with the gold-rope-chain-wearing man, but after three songs I told him, “Thanks,” and walked away. However, Fourteen Karat Gold wasn’t done with me. For the rest of the night he kept following me around the club. When I looked up, there he was. I didn’t want to be rude, but he needed to go somewhere. I dodged him in the bathroom and told Stacey to tell him she was my man, and he finally left me alone.
    Once Fourteen Karat Gold left me alone, we were free to dance with these Toronto natives. They were all tall and cute, with long dreads. They were in their early twenties, smelled and looked good and were “dutty wining” us in every direction in the club. Geneva was keeping a safe distance away from her dance partner, while Stacey’s guy had her pressed up against the wall. My guy had two-tone black- and brownish-gold-tipped dreads that were held back with a rubber band, and muscles popping out of his shirt. He kept biting his lip and flashing his abs at me. I grabbed them a few times, but I had seen tighter abs on Hector.
    â€œWhat’s your name, love?” he asked.
    â€œMy name is Toya,” I lied as I smiled up at him.
    â€œBeautiful name for beautiful girl.”
    I thanked him and didn’t stop him as he spun me around and slow-ground on my ass. I kept backing away from him, but he still kept bringing me toward him. I was dropping and getting low all over my dance partner. I felt like a dance hall queen. My right hand was behind my head as I worked my hips on my dance partner, hypnotizing him with my movements. So much so that he was ready to make love in the club and I had to let him know it wasn’t happening.
    By the end of the night my dance partner, Henry, and I had really gotten to know each other. He gave me his number, and we hugged up like we were a couple in love when Stacey took a picture of us.
    â€œHave a good night, ladies. Be safe. Toya, call me please tonight. We will meet up tomorrow.”
    â€œI will. I promise.”
    â€œYou mean it?”
    â€œYes,” I said as he finally released his grip on me. I caught up with my girls.
    â€œHe was cute, Vette, and all over you, too,” said Stacey.
    â€œI don’t care. I’m not coming back here. I gave him the wrong number.”
    â€œVette? You had two boyfriends tonight. Get it girl,” Geneva noted.
    â€œAnd I didn’t want either one of them.”
    â€œWell, I like the guy I was dancing with, Xavier. I’m going to call him. He can get it before the weekend out.”

    The next morning it didn’t matter that we hadn’t had any rest. We were already at the main event, the Caribana parade. The parade was island themed,