Sujeiry Gonzalez

Sujeiry Gonzalez is the Love Guru on Exitos 93.9FM,  a relationship writer and author of Love Trips. Get her relationship advice daily on LoveSujeiry.com.

Call Me Sweetie

I've gotten used typical terms of endearment like babe, baby, honey, sweetie and mami. Once and while, however, a man surprises me and musters a little romantic creativity. That's when sweet nothings like "my love," "mi vida" and "flacocha" leave their lips and enter my ears. And I am all too willing to listen.


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Ecstatic Attraction

When you first meet a guy, there are sparks. When you first meet a guy that's on Ecstasy, there are explosions you're not even aware of. That was the case with Generous Stranger--the kind and attractive man who bought me a Corona after some hooligans knocked my previous beer to the ground. He was high as a kite that night, and I know because he told me so.


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Blame It on the Alcohol

Alcohol usually emboldens me. The liquid courage, as it is so appropriately called, makes my body tingle and I sometimes say and do things that I regret the morning after. So it's no surprise that I walked over to the generous stranger, beer in hand, that night at Coogans. He had bought me the Corona, after all.  The buzz that settled in my bloodstream convinced me I should be especially grateful and thank him up close and personal.


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Looking for Love

I can't remember the last time I went "looking" for love. All of my boyfriends sort of found me and the men I've dated usually spotted me from across a room and approached, fully armored with the intent to seduce. My nonchalant attitude, however, irks most of my friends and family. They don't think I'm taking love seriously and are terrified I will end up alone.


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Paciencia y Fe

I am a typical Aries female; I'm super impatient and want what I want, when I want it! My demanding nature is constantly being tested, whether I have to wait an extra five minutes for food or an extra hour for a man to return my text.


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Lost in Translation

After I exchanged numbers with Pony Tail, I was still reluctant to give this English as a Second Language Learner a chance—but, I was also starved for male affection. The past few months have been rough, to say the least. My aunt went into cardiac arrest in January and has yet to recover, then a short month later I experienced the tragic loss of my good friend and ex, Adan. I was hoping going out with Pony Tail would help me forget, if only temporarily.


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Cómo Se Dice...Sexy?

I sat with my prima in DR Lounge sipping a Bacardi and Coke when two young men approached us. One wore his hair in a ponytail while the other looked like the rest and sported a clean cut. Pony Tail immediately asked me to dance. He led me to the small dance floor and spun me throug a great salsa song. I was impressed with his skills: A man who can dance salsa is sexy! And then, he opened his mouth.

¿Cómo te llamas?” he asked while the song switched to a slower salsa. Every man I've ever dated has been bilingual, speaking both Spanish and English, like me.


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Where Is the Sisterly Love?

I love being a woman and celebrating sisterhood, but sometimes I want to shake some of my fellow hermanas. There is just way too much competition amongst women. We sharpen our claws when a cutie passes by and let us not forget how quickly some women turn on each other when success comes a knocking. Can we just put down the haterade?


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The Ex Factor

I’ve always been haunted by my ex-boyfriends. Even if they did me dirty or just weren't that into me; they always come back into my life somehow.

The latest ex to pop back into my life was my first serious boyfriend. First BF and I were together for seven months in 2003. It ended because we were in different places. He was reveling in politics while I was left wondering if our passions and interests aligned. We parted ways, but not before taking a "break," having lots of break-up sex, yelling and crying buckets of tears (unfortunately me, not him).


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A Blessing in Disguise

The day before Valentine's Day I woke up later than usual. My cell phone usually beeps as frequently as an ER doctor's and almost always wakes me up—yet there it was, totally lifeless. As soon as I rose out of my slumber, I picked it up from my bedside bureau and stared at the screen. Then I saw those three, tragic letters: GSM. My cell phone carrier grew tired of giving me service without payment and had cut me off!


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