I'm sitting here listening to a really loud Latin woman in the other room talking to some guy about the deficiencies of math classes. Why are Latin women so loud? And nothing against people getting together, but what's with dumb white guys that think they're making progress when they have a conversation with a woman that has no interest in them?
"Hi family. This is my new boyfriend, Brian." Hector glances out of the corner of his eye at Miguel who's fists tighten. Brian smiles and waves obliviously.
What is going on in this guy's head??? She likes dancing, amazing food, and talking really loud to her Latin friends.
He likes world of war craft, Cheetos, and his mom's Toyota echo.
She's attracted to tall dark guys that speak Portuguese. The kind with eyes that flash when he smiles which only occurs when he sees her. The rest is a steely eyed glare.
He on the other hand is attracted to... well, her right now. Why? Because she's everything that's never rejected him in the past. He sees all the things they have in common like, being in the same class, or both living in America right now. She has long hair unlike his mother and sisters. She has skin tone... she's shaped like a girl. These are things he never noticed before that now seem to answer every problem he's ever had with women.
And on top of every other glaring compatibility is the fact that Fate has brought them together, the same matchmaker that's brought all the great loves of the world together.
He turns from his happy daydreaming back to the girl he will soon make his wife, but what's this!
Who is this foreigner? And why is he kissing her???
The relationship which bloomed so spontaneously five minutes ago now comes crashing to the Earth in a burning screeching fireball of deathness and woe. And so ends another beautiful romance that might have been...
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