By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 01/26/2010 - 14:19
The barajas were spread out in front of Norma and she was actually revealing good things! I shook my head in disbelief as she promised triumph in career and love. In the past, I was always told that I needed to cut off a chicken’s head or bathe in honey to release the negative blockage, but not this time.
"There's a white man…you haven’t met him yet," she said while staring at the cards.
"Really?" I asked curiously.
"He will treat you right. But it will be up to you if you want to pursue it.”
I nodded and waited for the rest.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 01/21/2010 - 11:49
I used to be obsessed with psychics. Tarot readers, palm readers, crystal balls—you name it, and I paid someone to work their magic. Why was I so obsessed with knowing my future? I blame it on my fear of abandonment. Whenever I really liked a guy, I was terrified to lose them. The first man I ever loved abandoned me, so why wouldn’t the rest follow in papi’s footsteps? It was a reasonable expectation.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 01/19/2010 - 12:31
My friend Julie called me yesterday and told me she was pregnant. In all her wedded and baby bump bliss, she also urged me to “Get myself out there!” and try online dating. You see, Julie met her husband on the Internet and has become the equivalent of a pushy abuela who won't stop worrying about my single status. I told her about Scorpio, hoping she’d back off, but like most of my friends she begged me to ignore his email.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 01/14/2010 - 12:43
It was a low-key Saturday night. I was home, tired from the workweek and shaking my bonbon the weekend before at LQ’s. I may be an empowered 31-year-old, but I can't party like a rockstar any more! I lay in bed, flipping through channels, when my phone beeped indicating I had a text message. Maybe it was Mr. Alcohol, I thought. He had stuck to the 3-day rule and then some. I looked at my Blackberry screen. Nope, it wasn’t Mr. Alcohol.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 01/12/2010 - 12:25
Sometimes I wish I were still 22. That way I could get with a cute 23-year-old without a second thought. The cutie in question was none other than Mr. Alcohol. After planting a smackeroo on his lips at LQs, he continued to dazzle me with his smile and good looks. It was his birthday celebration and that's how I found out that he had just turned a tender 23.
"How old are you?" He asked. I looked up at him and hesitated. Should I divulge my actual age or lie?
I went the honest route. "I'm 31," I answered proudly.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 01/07/2010 - 13:41
So off I went to LQ’s in search of some fun and entertainment.
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 01/05/2010 - 16:05
After the holidays, people usually put on a few pounds. All that turkey, pernil and coquito has to go somewhere! This is great for me since I'm of the opinion that my booty needs a little more padding. More padding usually means I receive much more attention from my flavor of choice—Latinos!
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 12/31/2009 - 12:00
Tomorrow ushers in a new year and my romantic life has already started off with a bang. And by bang I mean an explosion of weirdness. To start off with, a bald, 50-something year old man totally hit on me while I was visiting my aunt in the ICU. As doctors were running numerous tests on my tia, he turned to me and said, "You look good! Real good!" What a sin verguenza!
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 12/29/2009 - 14:36
When it comes to romance, 2009 has been quite a learning experience for me. I finally opened up emotionally and expressed myself without fear. I followed my intuition even though everyone around me thought I was nuts. And once again I proved that I am one resilient chica.
With all these lessons down, I am looking forward to 2010. I even made a few Emotional New Year's Resolutions to help better my life. Because let's face it, if we don't love ourselves, we can't have satisfying, healthy and loving relationships. So 2010 will be the year where Sujeiry:
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 12/25/2009 - 09:00
The holiday season can make me feel a little blah. I love spending time with my family, drinking coquito, eating pernil, and dancing to a good merengue ripao—but when its time for gift-giving my single status hits me like a ton of Santa’s coal. Watching my sister, brother and mother trade gifts with their significant others doesn’t give me the warmest feeling. I’m happy for them but in that moment I just want to pout and scream, “When is it my turn?!”