The most unforgettable, passion-filled moment I’ve ever had at Carnival!

The pulsating rhythm of the beats, the sea of vibrant colours, and the electrifying energy of the crowd, there's nothing like Carnival. But let me tell you, nothing could have prepared me for what went down at last year's road march. It was a day fuelled by pure adrenaline and, if I'm being honest, a little bit of fate.

My costume? A dazzling spectacle of feathers and gems that had me feeling sexy and unstoppable. Everything was going as expected -- dancing with my friends, vibing to the best mixes at every stop, and, of course, getting caught up in the infectious sweat of a crowd that was as hyped as I was. The sun was shining, the energy was electric, and the road? My playground. I danced with anyone who caught my eye -- didn't matter who it was.

Then, boom. Right in the middle of all the madness, I locked eyes with him. A stranger, yet somehow familiar -- like I'd met him somewhere before. He was drenched in sweat, living his best life on the streets just like me. And let me tell you, I liked what I saw. So, naturally, I glided over to him and his crew, bent over right in front of him like it was the most normal thing in the world. Without missing a beat, he pulled me in and the next thing I knew, we were lost in the music together. His sweat dripped from his chocolate skin onto my back as we danced, his energy matching mine at every turn. We locked eyes, and in that moment, I knew -- this was more than just a dance. It was passion, pure and unfiltered.

We moved like we'd known each other forever -- laughing, jumping, grinding--completely consumed by the moment, completely unaware of anything or anyone else around us. I've danced with plenty of people on the road -- Carnival's all about freedom and fun, right? But this? This was different. I couldn't tear myself away from him, not for a second. His wining was next level, and honestly, I wasn't ready for it. As we marched down Trafalgar Road towards Campari Boulevard, the music hit its peak. We refilled our cups and suddenly, we were on a massive stage right in front of Campari Boulevard. The crowd, the deejay, the lights -- it was unreal. I ran across the stage with the other revellers, feeling so free that I didn't even know where my friends had gone. Yep, I ditched them. But don't judge me, because if you saw him, you would've done the same thing. Then, just when I thought it couldn't get any crazier, he lifted me onto the carnival truck. Yes, you read that right. On. The. Truck. The crowd and the deejay were hyping us up, and we just owned the moment. It was pure wildness, exhilaration, and something I'll never forget.

But just like that, it ended. He vanished into the crowd of revellers, leaving me breathless, drenched, exhausted, and honestly, still worked up from the most unforgettable, passionate moment of my entire Carnival life. To this day, I've been searching for him. I didn't catch his last name, but I do remember he told me his first -- Curtis. Curtis, wherever you are, COME HOME. He's about six feet tall, slim with just enough muscle, a low-cut hairstyle, perfect teeth, and oh my God, he smelled amazing. I swear, every time I drink Campari -- especially Campari and Magnum -- I think of him, because Carnival is all about passion, spontaneity, and living in the moment. And I'll definitely be on the lookout for him at Carnival 2025.

Curtis, if you're out there, I'll see you again.