I experienced most of what life has to offer at an early age. I have adhered to strict rules and regulations. I prayed to my creator to anoint me with optimism. The anointing started and transformed into a radical delight. It was the Fall of 2019. I had been feeling disconnected to the point I was experiencing an overwhelming amount of depression. While at work, I started searching CheapOair, Expedia, and Skiplagged for affordable flights for the Thanksgiving holiday. I found a great price to head to Miami. “Give it a few days,” I told myself because I know I can be impulsive, but all signs from the universe said, “Book the ticket.” I booked the reservation a few days later with no clue where I was going to sleep because I could only cover the flight. A week later, I traveled to the airport without knowing how I was going to reach Miami from Ft. Lauderdale. I am usually a well-organized individual, hardly the spontaneous type, but I had faith. While at the airport, I was projecting transportation costs while also searching for an affordable stay by Ocean Drive. I found a hostel for $12 a night. Yes, a hostel. It was a risky yet liberating moment for me. It brought back memories of when I lived with no thought but to enjoy life while I am able. I reached Washington Ave only to be greeted by a mysterious man. “Check-in is at 3 p.m.,” he said. He offered to hold my luggage until later and I accepted. “Can you take my jacket as well?” I asked him while he stored my luggage.“You mean your blanket?” I laughed.“See you shortly,” he called to me as I walked away. I came back after lunch only to be greeted by the same man and was checked in. After dinner and my nightly run, I came across him again. He teased me for working during my vacation.“Come party with me,” he said. “I’m not that kind of girl,” He laughed. This man’s audacity is shocking, I thought. Later, I am hanging out in my co-ed room and a Polish man enters. I could tell he had never met a black woman and was infatuated. I ignored him as I texted my boo in D.C. Shortly after, he bucks his toe, causing the nail to come off. He starts utilizing victimization statements. This psycho wants me to be his nurse, I thought, looking over at him. He kept asking me what he should do, so I went to look for help. As soon as I exited the room, Mr. Hostel appeared.“I need you,” I said. “You miss me already?” he replied. “Yes,” I said, and explained what happened. His response matched my initial thought. The next morning, he asked what my plans for Thanksgiving were because “it’s sad to be alone.” I told him I would be with him. He laughed but little did he know what I say goes. The vacation was supposed to equal no men, but he captivated me. That evening, I dressed for a bar crawl and he couldn’t stop fawning over me. “Many men like you,” he said. “You’re lucky.” “But I want you,” I purred. I left for the bar crawl, only to be displeased. I called Mr. Hostel and asked if he could rescue me. I sent him my location and he came within minutes. He drove us to a nice scenic park; we sat and listened to the waves, overlooking downtown Miami where he kissed my neck and hugged me till dawn while we got to know each other. He drove me back to the hostel and promised to see me later that day. The next morning, I got breakfast and was conversing with other guests at the hostel (men). Mr.Hostel comes over soon after and starts spying like a jealous boyfriend. I enjoyed this. I was waiting for him to tell me his plans for us and he didn’t, so I moved on. He became frustrated with me, but he let it be. I came back to the hostel and got dressed for a party. He said he’d go with me but, he made an excuse, so I went without him. Our texts became possessive and modern like we’d known each other for life. I promised to meet with him later that night only to fall asleep on him when he arrived. Two hours later, I awoke to watch the sunrise and there he was sleepless. I didn’t feel bad because it was Thanksgiving and that was our day, as I’d initially promised. I returned later that morning and started preparing for my departure. I asked him for quarters to wash my clothes. His tone and demeanor were not on point. “Fix your attitude,” I told him. “I beg your pardon?” he replied.”Fix your attitude,” I repeated. He left me with quarters and an apology. I left for the beach. In the midst of dozing in the sun, he called and asked me to meet him for lunch at 2 p.m. I agreed and we went to an amazing restaurant.“What do you want to do next?” he asked me. “Let’s take a nap and watch the sunset.” We went to his condo and cuddled in the hammock, watching the sunset. He woke me up and invited me to his unit where we overlooked downtown Miami again. He took my hand and invited me to watch TV and held each other. I turned to face him. “Do you trust me?” “You told me too,” he said.“I’m sorry for hurting you,” I said, and kissed him. A fire lit inside of me. So deep, it ignited a passion that rocked my core. Every kiss, every touch, every movement was so fluid. He made love to me so passionately. We laughed, smiled, moaned, and groaned. It was poetic. Our connection was poetry. I left him on the couch in a slumber only to get a text. Don’t forget me, I really like you, it read. I responded, what’s your name anyway? He said Mehdi. At that moment Miami Beach became Mehdi Beach