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If you can't get her name right, you can't get her number. Don't spit in your girlfriend's grandmother's face.9. Introduce her as your [insert ethnicity here] girlfriend.
I don't care if her name is super-hard to pronounce, like Xochitl. It's like what Maury says: "You are NOT the father," so stop asking her call you dad.7. Oh, it's cute that you think you have a shot in hell at winning. In Latino culture, turning down someone's food is the same as spitting in their face. If you messed up and we get mad, take responsibility.10.
Women in Cuba are ancouraged to be educated and are quite sophisticated despite the country‘s political isolation.
Cuban ladies have a lot of interests and activities in which they may express themselves.
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That being said, there is a woman that lives in my very apartment building who has been together with a Cubano for 12 years…and married 9 of those years. As with all things in life…“The squeeky wheel gets greased”. In january of this year, I went to Varadero to visit my father with my mom (they still have a good relationship) and there he was…
I called him a “boy” and he stormed out, advising me that he was on his way to see “a real woman,” by which I gathered he meant his mother or one of the many girlfriends he denies having in more dulcet dialogues.
Now, in retaliation, I have gone off with Abelardo, a chico I met on the malecón a few days earlier.
Most wear extremely feminine clothes and can look coquettish and sexy.
Cuban single women are not only nice-looking, they have sweet personalities too.
He has pronounced, by my count, nine Spanish expletives, most of them related to my mother’s anatomy; has put his fist through the wall, just below the recently dusted picture of Milagros and her daughter; and has called me, in English, “a horse,” by which, of course, he meant “a whore.” He has also observed that the word “esposas” means both “wives” and “handcuffs.” It started, not so innocuously, with his complaining that the plátanos a puñetazos I’d nearly bloodied myself smashing flat with my fists (the way Milagros has patiently instructed me) have been insufficiently punched and that my first attempt at fu fú has burned his mouth.