This entry was in Spanish! But it’s a good one and lucky thing I’ve been taking classes to improve my espagnol, so this is good practice! I didn’t catch everything, as his writing was also a little sloppy, however, I got more than enough to see what his thoughts were on this day, what do you think? Does the poor Mexicano deserve any tears of sympathy?
Friday May 15, 2009 10:25 AM
I am sad. I feel despaired. My chest hurts. If she doesn’t come back, I don’t know what I will do. I have decided to break things off with M. I like her, and value her, but I’m not attracted to her. She doesn’t arouse me. This is very important. When I was young I thought that sex was the most important thing in a relationship. Sure, it’s important, but not the most important thing, but it’s a big part of the puzzle. I always leave them. I don’t know if it’s out of pride or luxury. It’s true that I’ve had many loves, more like many flings. On one side, I feel bad. I don’t know if it’s society that makes you feel guilty or if I really feel guilty for breaking hearts. And in the end my heart is also broken and I am alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.
This is a must read for fans of the Mexican Minute. It’s one of my favorite entries – so revealing of the Mexican … how he wins over, and screws over women! Does the heartbreaker ever get heartbroken? Only time will tell!
Sunday May 17, 2009 10:35 AM
[…] Last night was not a good idea to go to the restaurant. But I could not just say no to those people. I had just met them and I needed to make contact. Besides D. is really cute. Even though she’s a bit uptight, 29 years of age, yum. Too bad her friend was the one interested in me. I could have fallen in love. Yet another time. I could tell she was interested, but she is not as direct as her well-travelled and more experienced friend R. Too bad I’m not attracted to R. I must try to not make that same mistake again. But it is difficult. Sometimes I sell myself short and I’m getting tired of it. Where is that perfect girl? Is it Silvia?
Usual I find something interesting, something beautiful in every girl. And in my eyes, that’s enough to love them, better said, to make love to them, better said to fuck them. And there cannot not develop a kind of relationship. And this is where hearts are broken. Hearts are broken when I pull out. I pull out just as violently as I come in. When I come in, I could at full force. Exposing my lust, my passion, my desire. They accept, they mistake it for love. This is when it starts to go sour. They begin to ask for more than I can give. Or more than I’m willing to give, because I sold myself short in the first place. I should have not fucked her to begin with, but now it’s too late. She will be heart broken. I can’t say that I won’t.