By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 10/08/2009 - 18:15
When it comes to Mr. G, my friends think I'm insane. And from reading the comments it's safe to assume you all think I'm insane as well (along with beautiful, vibrant and intelligent, so thank you). Why have I waited for Mr. G to get himself together? Well, it's because of the universe. Yes, dear readers, I said the universe.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 10/06/2009 - 13:50
Something scary happened while I was waiting for Mr. G to contact me last week: My heart began to stomp around my chest like a bratty child and my stomach tossed and tumbled like an acrobat. I felt a weird schoolgirl anxiety for someone other than Mr. G.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 09/29/2009 - 11:33
The morning after my BU dating bust, I decided to make a call to a guy. Well, it wasn’t so much deciding as it was pulling my hair out, vacillating about whether to pick up the phone or not, and general agony. I don’t know why it’s so difficult for us chicas to take that bold step, or why that step is so bold to begin with. We’re not conducting brain surgery here! It’s as simple as finding his name, pressing send and opening our mouths to speak. Besides, men do call us the majority of the time.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 09/24/2009 - 12:52
I'm on my way to a Boston University party and all of the romantic prospects are between the ages of 22 and 26, but I’ll take it! Since turning 30, dating has been about finding meaningful connections, but this night I am open to whatever comes, even if it’s just a free meal.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 09/22/2009 - 15:13
Being Latina.com's new dating blogger means two great things for me:
By Sarita | 09/15/2009 - 15:31
My life has been insanely busy lately, but thankfully, all in a good way. I spent the final summer days paying a much overdue visit to my sister in Chicago and as soon as I returned I accepted a job offer after a month-long run of vigorous interviewing.
The day after my return from Chicago, Mr. Baldwin hopped on a jet plane for a week-long business trip. He graciously invited me along for a few days but although I would have loved jetting off for a whirlwind weekend with him, I knew I was too busy and sadly declined his enticing offer.
By Sarita | 09/10/2009 - 14:04
Warning: What I’m about to admit just may gross you out. As you know, I’ve been hitting the gym with Mr. Baldwin lately and when we’re through with our exercising I find myself taking a whiff of his freshly sweaty bod. It may be nasty, but it’s because I enjoy the pheromones he emits.
According to the Webster's definition a pheromone (\ˈfer-ə-ˌmōn\) is a chemical substance produced by an animal that serves
especially as a stimulus to other individuals of the same species.
By Sarita | 09/08/2009 - 17:10
The other day my coworker strutted into the office and dropped a book on my desk. MENu Dating by Tristan Coopersmith and Todd Johnson, which suggested we “taste-test your way to the main course.” I immediately thought a clever comparison was going to be made between dining out and dating. But as I dove into the book, I realized a much smarter message was being conveyed: In order to get to the main course (Mr. Right), date a variety of men and figure out exactly what you want and need.