My Colombian girlfriend’s reaction after she introduces me to her family. Her mother and 3 sisters. She would later ask me who I thought was the prettiest. I didn’t like lying to her so I just asked bluntly, do I have to pick you?
I ended up telling her that I really couldn’t say because they looked so much alike they could be sisters. I got the same response. #Crazy chiquita banana.
My response to the guy that made my Colombian girlfriend cry.
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Give me your rested, your rich, your singularly wealthy yearning to spend their money, the Gucci dressed of your affluent yacht ports. Send these, multi home owners, bathed in lavender to me, I lift my toll gates beside the golden door paid by them.
If you didn’t want people that were going to be on public assistance, just make it illegal to be on public assistance while you are on LAPR status, don’t make it illegal to be poor. It was called the American Dream for a reason. The hardest working people are the people that have to work. Who the hell is going to fight our wars and then get deported if everyone allowed in is rich? I would say that the brightest innovators come from modest means and become who they are out of necessity and drive, what you are doing is stifling the next Thomas Edison, Tesla, Steve Jobs. I think it’s a big mistake. No one that came to this country came because they were rich, they came because they saw an opportunity to be better. And whatever crystal ball (obviously it has to be crystal, if it were just glass it wouldn’t be allowed in) you have that can see if someone will be a burden in the future must also give you the powerball numbers, so maybe you can let me borrow it.?
My Colombian girlfriend, whose turn it was to go get breakfast, in an astonishing feat, used her menstrual cycle to have me get her breakfast. She started to moan and said that she was having cramps and laid her head down on the pillow. I asked if I could do anything for her and she said usually Motrin works and that she ran out. I told her that I would go get her some. She said she can’t take the the Motrin without food, it upsets her stomach. I asked her if she wanted some food, she simply nodded and muttered “mmhhmm”. I said the usual, she gave me the sad eyes and muttered “mmhhmm”. I went out got everything and came back. We sat down and ate and talked about worldly things like why dixie cups were so flimsy. Afterwards she started to kiss me and take my shirt off when I stopped her and asked “aren’t you on your period”….. she said no. I said you complained about cramps. She said “yeah, hunger cramps”. I asked why she needed the Motrin, she said ran out and that her period was due in a week. Her motto was you have to think ahead, that she didn’t know if we would be together in a week. What did she mean by that?
#ATS (sort of)
My Colombian girlfriend wakes up and decides to give me a pet name, she says “go get breakfast Shrek”, I said “who”, she says “Shrek”. I tell her if I’m Shrek that makes you Fiona, she says, in her Colombian accent “noooo”, I told her yeah, Shrek’s girlfriend was Fiona, so you’re Fiona. She says “When she’s a Princess”… I just look at her and tilt my head a little and said “ehhh”…. I got breakfast that whole week.
“I wanted to bring my mom but I couldn’t, because anyone I stand next to, they say I’m dating. And that would just be awkward,” Pitt joked.
Lol…that’s funny as hell.
After being negotiated into going to church, we attended mass in Spanish. The mass lasted a week, she says it was only an hour and a half but I felt like that as soon as I walked out I was walking back in again. On the way out the priest stopped me and asked me in Spanish if I enjoyed the sermon, I told him “si, era muy emocionante”. He asked me which part did I like the most about the sermon. I tried to think and I just looked at my Colombian girlfriend and asked her in English with a whisper, what was the sermon about? She said “dile que parte te gusto de el sermon?” I looked at the priest, starting to sweat and said “el parte de dios, no tanto de el demonio” He smiled at me and said, in English “good answer”. As we walked away I asked my Colombian girlfriend why was I the only one he asked that question to, she said because you were the only one snoring.
Another true story from my life. #ATS
It was Sunday and I was laying down enjoying a lazy day and my Colombian girlfriend told me it was time to get up so we can go to church. I told her that it was my day off and that I would wait for her in bed until she got back. She laid her head on my chest and started to softly rub my arm, gave me a kiss on my chest. She said in the sweetest voice “come with me, like that we can be together in heaven too”. I said “We have to be together in heaven too!?” All I remember after that is more spanish words than I grew up with and my mom doesn’t speak English, thank god she was going to church so she could get some forgiving, didn’t know that there was that many dirty Spanish words in the Spanish language, and that the sermon wasn’t that bad.
There was a silver lining. During her berating of my questioning our afterlife, the certain things that I could pick up in her multiple rapid fire Spanish tongue lashing was that when she slapped my behind and told me to get up and to get ready, I told her alright, I have to take a shower, she said hurry up, we’ll take a shower together to save time. Alright, I’m starting to like Church. It didn’t save any time.
Another true story from my life
I went to a birthday party of a co-worker when I was 17. He was going bald and had a hard look. I asked him how old he was turning and he said 27. I just looked at him stunned because I thought he was much older and I said “27, how old were you before?” My other buddy started to laugh and the birthday guy looked at me and said “26”, I just said “oh yeah, that makes sense”. Still couldn’t believe it, he had to be 40 before.
Another true story from life.
The worst part about a divorce is how it affects the children. The effects can sometimes be minimal but can be seen sometimes in their grades as they start to dip, their behavior as they become more rebellious, their lack of closeness, their lack of caring and their lack of a path forward due to the parents not sharing the same plan or principles on how to guide their child.
Sometimes tough love is what is needed sometimes a lending ear but how would one know what the other is doing or what is needed if you are not there all the time?