Date: Wed, 28 Apr 1999 14:17:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vida Loca

 Note: This story is fictional. I wish it had
happened, and hope it will one day, but it's not
true and isn't meant to reflect on Ricky Martin's
sexuality. Although the gossip columns have been
doing that plenty! Still, as far as I know, he's straight.

   Before I even got out of bed that morning, a
smile was on my face. This was THE day. I was going
to meet Ricky Martin!! Ever since the Grammy awards
when he got up there in those skin tight black
leather pants and swiveled his hips, I'd been in
lust with him. Hell, so had half of the country! His
video for 'Living La Vida Loca' is just as hot, and
I'd spent quite a lot of time watching it with my
pants down around my ankles, wishing that I could be
kneeling in front of Ricky when he makes those
incredible moves.
   But, I was finally going to meet him! He was
coming to an autograph signing in a mall near my
house that afternoon. I intended to be there, as
close to the front of the line as I could get. I
showered quickly, and for once didn't spend a lot of
time trying to get my shoulder length blonde hair
into the exact postition that made me look my
sexiest.
  I headed out for the mall, Ricky foremost in my
mind. I could see his video playing in my head and
it was turning me on almost as much as if I were
actually watching it.
  To my supreme disapointment, the mall was already
overflowing with hundreds of Ricky fans, all there
ahead of me, despite the early hour. There was no
way that I would be able to meet Ricky, not with all
of those people waiting. He was only going to be
there for two hours, after all.
  Feeling dejected, I walked slowly to the other
side of the mall, sighing as I meandered through the
various shops that were just opening for the day. It
was just my luck, really. I always got my hopes up
for something, only to have them crushed.
  I continued wandering through the mall for a
couple of hours, shopping a little, guy watching,
grabbing a bite to eat. Anything to keep my fact off
the mind that at any moment Ricky would be there and
I would be as close to him as I'd ever get in my
life, but I would never see him!
   Finally I decided to leave. I was just torturing
myself by remaining there, waiting to hear the
overjoyed screams of the gathered crowd that would
signify Ricky's arrival. I had to use the bathroom
before I left, though, so I chose the Men's room
closest to me. The mall, or this end of it anyway,
was still practically deserted. The usual shopping
crowd had obviosly been diverted by the throng of
Ricky fans, and the people I had seen were few and
far between.
  I sighed as I went about my business at the
urinal. I was just finishing up when I heard the
door behind me open. I kept my eyes straight ahead
as a guy came to stand at the urinal next to mine
and sighed in relief as he began to piss. I shot a
quick glance over at him before I zipped up my pants
and turned to the sink to wash my hands.
   There was something familiar about him, but I
wasn't sure what. The glimpse I'd had of his profile
hadn't been much, so I casually glanced up in the
mirror as I lathered up my hands. He was a very good
looking dark haired guy in a tight black knit
sweater that showed off a very toned body beneath
it. He had on lose fitting khaki slacks and plain
black sneakers. Where had I seen this guy before??
   He finished and zipped up, so I quickly looked
back down at my hands before he could catch me
looking at him. As he moved to the sink next to me,
I looked up casually and smiled.
   "Nice day to shop, huh? The place is practically
empty," I said. I was hoping that he'd  recognize
me, too, and comment on where we'd met.
  "Yeah. Except for all those screaming people," he
grinned, looking at me in the mirror. That did it.
The grin he gave me just made everything click. I
was in the bathroom with Ricky Martin!! I'd been
standing next to him at the urinal, and I hadn't
even checked out his package!! How could I have not
recognized him?
   "Well, you have a lot of fans," I smiled, my
heart racing.
   Ricky looked back at me, a little surprised. "Oh
so you recognize me?"
  "Yeah. Who wouldn't? You've been everywhere I
look since the Grammys," I smiled. "Besides, I like
your music"
   "Really? Why aren't you down with all the other
fans, then?" Ricky asked curiously as he reached for
a paper towel.  I shut off the water and he handed
one to me, too.
  "Well, to be honest, I planned to be. But there
were just too many of them. I knew I'd never get to
see you, so I decided not to wait," I said. I
couldn't believe this! I was having a conversation
with Ricky Martin in a men's room! This was like one
of those erotic fiction stories you read on the
internet! Only, without the erotic part.
  "I don't blame you. It's nuts out there. Most of
them probably don't even really like my music, you
know? They just-" Ricky stopped suddenly and looked
a little embarrased.
   "Think you're hot?" I finished the thought for
him.
   "Yeah it sounds conceited if it say it, though,"
he grinned. "But it's true. The real fans of the
music get lost in the crowd sometimes, like you."
   I felt a little guilty, since although I did like
Ricky's music, I hadn't become a fan until I'd seen
how sexy he was. Then again, I'd never heard his
music until that same performance at the Grammys, so
it was fair to say that it wasn't just his incredible
good looks and moves that had made me a fan.
  "Yeah. Well, you're a good looking guy. You must
be used to it," I smiled a little nervously.
   "Well, you're pretty great looking, too. Are you
into music yourself?" Ricky asked, once again giving
me that sexy looking grin.
   "Thanks. No, not really. I can sing, but I'm not
all that great at it. I'm not in a band or anything
like that," I said. We were both standing there,
leaning against the counter, carrying on a normal
conversation. It felt like the Twilight Zone,
though! Stars aren't suppoused to be normal, down to
Earth people!
  "I bet you're pretty good at it," Ricky said.
  "Not as good as you! Not by a long shot," I
laughed.
  "Listen, I have to get down there and make my
enterance. It was nice talking to you," Ricky
smiled.
 My heart sank. I knew, of course, that he'd have
to leave, but somehow i'd been hoping that he'd stay
and talk longer.
  "Okay. Um, wait! Can I get your autograph?" I
asked hastily. I had to have something to remember
this amazing incident by, after all.
  "Sure. Anything for a real fan," Ricky smiled. I
searched my pockets, but found nothing on which to
write. I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and
held it out to him.
  Ricky grinned and shook his head a little. "You
know, I don't even have a pen," he said. I felt my
heart sink again. I wasn't even going to get an
autograph! "But listen, take this and come to that
address sometime around five this evening, okay?
I'll get you a picture and a copy of my new CD, too.
How's that sound?"
   I took the business card Ricky held out towards
me and glanced down at it. It was the address of his
hotel, with his room number on it. I looked up in
shock. Ricky Martin was inviting me to his hotel
room? I could have fainted right there on the spot!
As it was, I could only nod my approval of his idea.
   "Okay. Call that number from the lobby and I'll
have someone meet you by the elevator and bring you
up. See you then, man," Ricky smiled.
   "Great!" I croaked out, my voice not seeming to
work. With that, Ricky was gone. I stared at myself
in the mirror fow a few minutes, trying to analyze
what Ricky had seen. I was good looking. No use
denying that. Especially after Ricky himself had
commented on it! I had the look of a California
surfer boy, really.
   I finally left the bathroom just as screams and
cheers erupted on the other side of the mall. Ricky
had made his appearance! I made my way back out to
my car, my head spinning. I was going to Ricky
Martin's hotel room in a matter of hours! Why? Was
it just to get his autograph and picture? Was he
just being nice to a fan? Or was it more than that?
I'd heard all the rumors about Ricky's sexuality,
but there were rumors about the sexuality of just
about every good looking man in showbusiness. They
couldn't all be true! But what if they were in
Ricky's case?
  The thought made me weak in the knees as I drove
home. I had to get ready for my 'date' with Ricky
Martin!

 **This is just part 1. I know it's kind of short,
sorry. Please please please let me know if you like
it so far! chase_donovon@yahoo.com