By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 02/02/2010 - 15:00
The Gringo’s email was to the point...sort of. He said he had a "friend" who was perfect for me and wanted to know if I’d be interested in going on a date. I reread the email, trying to decipher if he was the actual “friend” but soon shrugged off the confusion. Instead of analyzing his email, I decided to just go along with the game.
I began composing my response. “It should be charming. Tell your friend that I'm single and ready to mingle.” Short, sweet, and definitely to the point.
By Dolores | 02/01/2010 - 16:00
I'm 28 years old and still a virgin. I’ve started to ask myself whether guys cheat on me because I’m a virgin. Almost every man I’ve ever dated or been in a relationship with has turned out to be a dog. They either end up breaking up with me or cheating on me. I always get the “Well, I’d thought you’d come around” or the “I have needs” or the “But baby, don’t you see I’m doing this with her—for us!” I know that sex is important to men, but why can’t they hold out for the person they say they love? Is waiting till marriage just a fairy tale dream?
By Sujeiry Gonzalez | 01/28/2010 - 11:27
The gringo from my baraja reading appeared at the Lovemionline Sex Toy Auction over the weekend. He stood by the entrance looking cool with a trench coat and a long, gray scarf. Seconds later, he walked over to my friend Irene, who introduced us. I didn't think much of our brief exchange and soon ran on stage to host the event.
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 Dolores | 01/14/2010 - 16:00
I’ve been dating this guy from work for some time now. We have been out in five dates … and nada. He has not made a pass at me. No kissing, no hugging, no anything. When we go out, he pays for everything and at work we e-mail each other all day long. He just asked me to accompany him to a wedding, and all my amigas say that a guy wouldn’t take you to a wedding unless he’s serious about you. But I wonder what’s the deal … Does he like me or not?
—Losing mi pacienca in California
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.