Where is my Puerto Rican Man, the love of my life?

Chicago, Illinois

More than ten years ago, you saw me for the first time. I was coming down the stairs at the Sears at six corners, into the basement where the tools are. I was going shopping for a garden hose. I was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, and a kind of brown patterned shirt like the one in this photo. I also had on suede sandals the exact same ones as in the photo. I wore metal rimmed glasses and my hair was short. I must have looked obviously gay, because later when I left the store and was walking along Milwaukee Avenue to my car, a car full of Latino boys drove by slowly and shouted out at me 'Maricon'.

When you saw me you just stopped and stared and smiled at me as I came down the stairs. I was disarmed. You were wearing grey sweats pants, sneakers, a blue sweat top with a hood and I think a blue cap. You were with your grandfather (or some old man maybe in his late seventies). I think you were there to buy screws. I came down and went to find the hose. I came back to the register and there you were standing behind me, you started to look at power tools, and so did I. You had a hard-on for me, I could see it in your sweat pants. I wanted to speak to you so bad that I have regretted it to this day and think about you a lot. Finally you gave up and went back to your grandfather who was in the screw section.

You are a big guy, maybe 6'2" or so, and 200 lbs. Your skin is very white, and your hair is curly and black. I think that your eyes are also castaño. At that time you had no facial hair. From what I saw I think you are also very endowed. At the time of our first sight you were maybe 32 or 33 years of age. I'd say that you had the body of a wrestler, you were kind of beefy, definitely not a gymnast.

I left. But sometime later maybe 4 months or so, I was driving a silver Saab and had come to a stop at the corner of Diversey and Clark, waiting for the light to change. I was going south on Clark. You suddenly appeared, this time wearing a navy blue nylon sweat-suit with a white stripe. You just stopped in front of my car and starred at me. Then you came around to the passenger window and looked in as though you wanted me to invite you into the car. How I wish I had. You had a big gym bag and were on your way to the Bally's in the Century. It was really intense—I shall never forget the look and the moment. It is burnt into my brain. I want you so bad. I have had such fantasies about you.

Have I ever seen you since? Sometimes I think so. I don't know why I am writing this now—maybe fate is directing me to do it, I don't know. But if you are out there I know that I will know you in an instant. The photo here is pretty much how I looked at that time.

Come find me, my beautiful Puerto Rican man, and take me as your true beloved.