By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 04/15/2010 - 14:00
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!
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 04/13/2010 - 18:26
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?"
By Dolores | 04/13/2010 - 17:00
I’m a 29-year-old Latina newlywed, although I’ve been with my now-husband for nine years. Everything was okay until recently, when I ordered address labels with my apellido de soltera. He blew his top. This was never an issue before. I told him that I would change my surname to his once my career goals are well established. But we argue every day about the fact that I want to stay a Ramos and not become a Rosas just yet. I do want his last name, but when I’m ready to take it. Please help me!
—Tammy in the ‘Net
By Dolores | 04/09/2010 - 18:00
I don’t seem to be able to satisfy my boyfriend sexually. I’ve tried everything, but it’s of no use. He wants me to talk dirty to him, but I’m kind of clueless in that department. What am I supposed to say? Ayúdame, please!
—Lil’ Help Here, San Juan Capistrano, CA
Dear Lil’ Help:
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 04/08/2010 - 15:47
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.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 04/06/2010 - 14:00
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?
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 04/01/2010 - 14:00
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.
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.