Street Flirting in Zona Rosa

  © Pablo Herrera/Enkidu

A new year starts, desires, expectations and fears come to my mind; and one of the things I was worring about, was, what I should write about Mexico City’s gay lifestyle.

Which bar, discotheque, coffee shop or restaurant could be the most representative for the new beginning.

All the choices kept my mind busy for a while, but then, that word, beginning, brought to me many memories from the time when I was a teenager, when I used to get scared when men whistled after me in the streets, or when they asked what time it was, even when having a watch on their wrist.

That’s the reason why  I decided not to enter to a place where I knew I’d find gay people, in that moment, I decided to walk around Zona Rosa.

It was midnight, the weather was great, and the night was still young. I began walking trough Génova Street, it was crowded, the straight bars along the street were full, and it was time for me to start exchanging glances with people.

Doing that made me prove my theory once again: “In straight bars you find more gay people than in some gay bars”; but well, as they were “straight” I didn’t get more than sight playing.

I didn’t want to keep on that, so I moved to Londres Street, there I was prepared for everything, because there is always a lot of people walking there. The strategy was just to walk. It did not take long before the first man approached me.

After a small talk we exchanged our cell phone numbers and said goodbye. He was not my kind of guy, so I continued walking, It was time to make public relations and I walked straight to Amberes Street.

There I started saying hello to gay bars PRs and owners, I was very tempted to enter the places, but that night I had decided to be flirting in the streets, so I left Amberes Street and went on to Reforma Avenue.

First I took a seat in front of the Angel of Independence, while I was enjoying the landscape a guy sat on my right side, and with the pretext of asking for a place to go, he invited me to have a drink, which I declined.

Right after that, I started walking in Reforma Avenue, I was on my way home, but suddenly, I heard someone whistling followed by a “papacito” shout, I think he didn’t believe that I was going to be thankful for that. I went over to him, asking him why was he doing that, but he didn’t know what to answer. Then, I could finally go home with a smile on my face for having goone back to the gay basics… flirting in Zona Rosa’s streets.

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