Dulce Español
By Sarita | 05/21/2009 - 14:00

I landed in Barcelona yesterday morning on only an hour of sleep. To say I was feeling a bit jet-lagged would be an understatement. 

As I slowly trudged off the plane my head spun around so quickly I almost caught whiplash. What made me turn my head so quickly you ask? A sexy Spanish security guard, and I perked right up as I passed him by.

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The Heartbeat at My Feet
By Sarita | 05/19/2009 - 13:00

Last night, as I was running some last minute errands for my trip to Barcelona this week, I received a sad, unexpected phone call from my sister. Chica, our family dog, developed a severe illness and had to be put down all in the same 24-hour period.

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Moving On
By Sarita | 05/14/2009 - 15:45

Tomorrow I’m moving out of my studio apartment in Manhattan to make the cross over to Brooklyn! Although I'm sad to leave my home, I am anxious to start summer off with a fresh new place.

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Just a Little Push
By Sarita | 05/12/2009 - 13:00

“I can’t wait any longer. I’ve been waiting almost two years to be your girlfriend. Make up your mind!”

“We’ve been together for five years and living together for three. Do you want to get engaged any time in the near future?”

“I can’t do the friends with benefits thing anymore. I’m emotionally attached to you. If you can’t see me beyond the physical, I have to walk away.”

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Needle in a New York City Haystack
By Sarita | 05/07/2009 - 11:45

This week, I finally made it to see my hair stylist for a much-needed cut and color. As Daniel worked his usual magic, we began talking about the whole dating scene in New York and how difficult it is to meet someone.

“I would never want to be a single woman in this city. All the guys here are such immature jerks!” Daniel declared.

“Yeah—I’m not sure why, but finding a good man here is like finding a needle in a haystack,” I agreed.

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The Magic Shirt
By Sarita | 05/05/2009 - 10:30

I've been feeling pretty blah with all that’s going on with Jack and I, so I wasn’t exactly in the mood for a friend’s birthday bash at this hot new rooftop bar last Saturday night. Already running late, I hopped out of the shower, slapped on some makeup and quickly threw on a pair of jeans, sandals and an old long-sleeve top I’ve had for years.

I looked in the mirror, knowing I'd be both weirdly under and overdressed among all the mini skirts and cocktail dresses but I just didn’t care.

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Follow Your Heart
By Sarita | 04/30/2009 - 12:00

I always try to live life by following my heart, after checking in with my head first (well, most of the time), because life is too short to have regrets and the last thing that we should ever ask is “What if?”

The other night my life motto was tested when Jack told me some major news.

“I was offered to work on a project in Africa, and I know deep down in my heart it is what I’m supposed to do.”

I hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear that he should go.

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Son of a Preacher Man
By Sarita | 04/28/2009 - 10:45

The other day, my current beau Jack and I were having an in-depth conversation about the first human beings to inhabit the Earth. I mentioned the theory of evolution and how interesting it is that we evolved over so many years from the first primates.

Jack shot me a glance and the conversation came to a screeching halt. Jack doesn't believe in evolution, he believes in creationism—that all humans are descended from Adam and Eve, as stated in the Bible.

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My One Year Theory
By Sarita | 04/23/2009 - 11:30

At a friend’s bridal shower last week, I sat with an old friend, Tonya, who had recently met, moved in with and gotten engaged to her fiancé all within the last 6 months.

As the bride-to-be unwrapped her gifts from Bed Bath & Beyond, Tonya leaned over and asked me if I was seeing anyone.

I smiled and nodded, and Tonya’s eyes widened as she excitedly screeched: “This is IT!”

“Huh?” I asked, one eyebrow raised out of confusion. “What is IT?”

“Well, how long have you two been dating?” she asked.

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3's Not for Me!
By Sarita | 04/21/2009 - 11:15

On Friday night, I was out with friends at our favorite dance spot. The Coronas were flowing and we were seriously shaking our booties. As usual, I was one of the last ones on the dance floor as my friends slowly trickled off and went home.

As I was about to leave, my phone buzzed with a text message. Weird—it was almost 4AM and I wasn’t expecting a call from anyone.

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