01 9 / 2011  Juarez, Mexico - 2004  She was 18. He was 17.  It
was a bad night. She can’t even remember why she was upset, she
just remembers watching her friend flirt while she drowned her
sorrows in a tequila sunrise. This guy kept circling the club,
asking her to dance every time he passed. She repeatedly said
“No.”  4th time he asked: “I don’t like to dance while I’m
drinking” was what rolled off her tongue.  5th time he asked:
“You don’t have a drink now.” Damn it! She was caught. She
racked her brain for another lie to tell him. She chose to roll
her eyes and force herself out of the chair.  The music was so
loud, yet he wouldn’t stop asking her questions. “Can you not
talk while we’re dancing?” she asked, annoyed. He laughed but
shut his mouth. She needed to get off the dance floor. Best
excuse that always works: “I need to go to the bathroom.” BAM!
She was free.  Tequila Sunrise number 100 was needed. Stat. She
made her way back up to the bar. She casually glanced at the
person next to her. She sees h