Sujeiry Gonzalez Contributor

Sujeiry Gonzalez is a love and life coach and the owner of LoveSujeiry.com. The author of the newly released Dating RITE; Advice on Dating Woes from Your Go-to Chica and Love Trips: A Collection of Relationship Stumbles (2012) is an on-air talent that’s been featured on Exitos 93.9FM, Telemundo, FYI, and many more.

Happy Birthday to Me!

To me, birthdays are a big deal.  I have to celebrate it on that very day no matter what day of the week or what special events coincide. So what if it's a cousins wedding? It's my birthday! April 16th is whose graduation? Sorry, I can't make it. It's my birthday!


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Living for Today

So far, 2010 has been really rough. In early February, my ex was violently killed, and on March 26th my Tia Argentina passed away after enduring a 3-month coma. All this tragedy has been devastating; but somehow it has also pushed me to release some of my fears and self-imposed limitations. I find myself wanting to take more chances. I find myself asking: "Why leave for tomorrow what I can do today?"


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Chasing Sujeiry

Like Sherlock Holmes, I'm ready to solve a mystery. I'm going to put on a deerstalker cap, jot down notes on a mini-pad and poke around bars and lounges for clues to my relationship conundrum. Why do men only pursue women who ignore them? I'll ponder as I observe men drooling over women who turn away with a roll of the eyes. I have no freaking clue, Watson.


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Surprise, Surprise

As far as technology has come, you'd think men would return emails, texts and phone calls in a timely fashion. Instead, they take days, weeks and sometimes months to respond as if messages were still sent on foot.  So you can imagine my surprise when The Trainer responded to the email I’d sent a week prior, asking him to send me a photo of himself. I mean, did he take a professional mall photo and get it sent for airbrushing? 


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Guilty Displeasure

As honest as I am, I feel really bad saying no. It's an awful habit that usually leads me to overextend myself, or worse, actually agree to something I don't want to do. That was the case with Generous Stranger. I was convinced I wanted nothing to do with the E-popping homie, but how could I ship out when he kept calling?!  He even called back after I had told him my cell battery needed recharging. In 5 minutes or less, my phone rang and his name appeared on my screen. “I shouldn't pick up”, I said to myself.


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Bad Connection

It's been so long since I’ve received an actual phone call that I jump at the sound of a constant ring. With texting as the primary mode of communication, I don't get upset when a man doesn’t call. It used to bother me before, but now I've accepted that when a man says, "I’ll call you" he means, "We’re going to have the deepest 2-hour long SMS conversation!" It's either that or listen to the sound of crickets. 


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Lasting Butterflies

In spite of his use of the N word I woke up the morning after my date with a smile. Not because I was pleased with Generou's Strangers foul vocabulary, but because I hadn’t felt chemistry in so long. There was something about Generous Stranger that gave me goose bumps. He had umph. He had swag. He had a culito chin. Needless to say, I was excited to begin this new romantic journey.


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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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