Jam in New England
“El Guapo, yet gain, you are being an idiota. Un grande idiota.”
Look, I disagree with you. Yet again.
“Men can not be friends with women. I saw it on Sabado Gigante and know from personal experiences.”
I just don’t agree. Lo siento. I think you are able to be friends with women.
“If you are ugly, maybe. MAYBE, but you always have the sex on the mind. The Sex, El Guapo, as you know, gets in the way. How many female friends do you have? Not the ‘hello, how are you’ friends. I am talking about friends that you hang out with often. The kinds that you talk, cry and drink with? How many?”
“Exactamente! Not one. You may have had female friends while dating, but after you stopped dating, you stopped seeing them as much. They are your acquaintances. They are not your friends.”
“Interesante is right! There are men out there, who are the friends of females. Every man in the world has had run ins with this type of man.” They are the type of man who hang on every word your girlfriend is saying, laughs at all of her jokes and always seems to be around when you are trying to have a night out with your woman. This is the man who is feminine enough to make you wonder about him, but you get yelled at if you ever bring it up. He is the type of guy who annoys you, but, out of pure pride, you are unable to actually get jealous of him. Because he has glasses, can’t kick a soccer ball to save his life, is allergic to animals and is likely lactose intolerant. We have all experienced this guy.”
Mi amigo, through his rant, was right. I was indeed familiar with this guy. Well, some derivation of this guy, throughout mi vida.
“Remember that waitress I dated from the fancy seafood restaurant? Remember that little manager that was always around? The one with the bad hair and horrible taste in clothes? The one that made every man pray that his son would grow up to be the complete opposite of him? I am serious. I have lit candles to ensure my sperm is unable to make something like him. Do not laugh. Bueno, about three weeks after I broke up with the waitress, he got down on one knee and declared his undying love for her. Pathetic, really. And you know what? The waitress bought into it. They dated and everything. It drove me crazy at the time because I always saw it coming. But, it just made me laugh.”
Are they still together?
“No El Guapo! He is married to some guy named Richard and sells jam in
I am not so certain, but mi amigo had a point. I just pray and thank God that I am not, nor have I ever been a lurker. Jam…Richard...New England... I love Miguel.