By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 03/30/2010 - 14:00
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.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 03/25/2010 - 14:00
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.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 03/23/2010 - 15:00
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.
By Dolores | 03/18/2010 - 19:00
I have a problem: My boyfriend of three years doesn’t act like a boyfriend. He never calls me, never takes me anywhere and never invites me to his house unless I suggest it— then he says, “Come if you want to.” Now and then, he tells me he loves me, and I know he’s told his mother in Mexico that he’s thinking of marriage. But most of the time he acts totally distant. I’ve tried talking to him, and he just says that I’m being dramatic. All I want is a straight answer from him.
—Harta y desesperada in the Net
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 03/18/2010 - 15:00
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.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 03/16/2010 - 15:00
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.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 03/11/2010 - 14:00
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.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 03/09/2010 - 14:00
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.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 03/04/2010 - 14:55
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.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 02/25/2010 - 12:42
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.