NY Loves PR

“Puerto Rico was born in me……”

I was born in a hospital in Yauco, Puerto Rico back in 1981. Technology, at that time in a local town considered to be located in the “boondox,” was minimal. My birth wasn’t easy but I insisted to be brought into this world.  

Weeks after my harsh entrance into this world, it was discovered that I had a heart condition.   A condition that could not be taken care of in the American Commonwealth of Puerto Rico. And so, my family did what they could to raise funds to get me to the states and get me the health care that I needed in order to survive.  

Had I stayed in PR, I may not have lived past 6 months of age.

Although I only lived in Puerto Rico the first 8 months of my life, the island is completely and totally ingrained in my soul.

Every year, we revisited the island to break bread with the loved ones we left behind. And as far back as I can remember, every time I leave the island, I feel an intense sadness… as if I’m abandoning a loved one.  Puerto Rico alw…

The Good Guy

In this day and age, it's hard to distinguish between the Nice Guy and the Good Guy and understanding that there is a difference.

Anyone in the whole wide world can be nice.
A serial killer can be nice, Trump can be nice... ANYONE can be nice.
But that doesn't make them good.

A good guy doesn't have to be nice.
They simply have to prove that their intentions are always for good and with no malicious intent behind them.

A good guy is genuine regardless of what others think of them.
They stick to their guns and they're not always exactly "neat and clean."
Good guys come in all shapes, forms, and colors.
They have all types of backgrounds and will always do what's best for everyone, no matter how much it hurts because it's for everyone's best and not just his.

People have the ability to become good because sometimes life forces them to.

I once met a really great fuckin' guy a couple of years ago.
The dude was super hood.
He spent some time in j…

Self Induced Solitude

After wrapping things up with yet another frog the other day, I realized that I may just be alone for the rest of my life.  
Don't we all feel that way when we encounter another romance related fail?

Accompanied with that thought, came a memory of a time I went to the movies with my mom. It was right around the holidays about 9 or 10 years ago. My mom and I decided to go to the movies to see some depressing Will Smith film. We were there quite early and before the film started, my mom looked around and said... "For such a populated city, there are so many lonely people....". Upon observing what she was referring to, the theater wasn't full but comfortably filled and almost everyone there was entirely alone.Now, it's true we don't know their story and I can't quite remember if it was New Year's or Christmas but I do remember that both she and I were pretty single at the time.I remember feeling sad too because she was right.So many people in there were ju…

Froggy Fridays: The Dating Olympics

The Dating Olympics are brutal.

I don’t care what anyone says.  Yes, of course, it can be fun and come with great stories to tell but if you don’t have a strong, steel backbone, it can tear your ass down.  It is straight up, survival of the fittest through and through with all kinds of tests, trials and tribulations.
You really have to go into it without feelings and absolutely NO expectations. No expectations that it will go anywhere. No expectations that the other person will reciprocate an attraction.  And no expectations that the other person is even slightly human with a slice of empathy. I’ve become a bit of a savage, myself, when it’s come to dating. The words that come out of my mouth have a way of escaping and making people either laugh, appreciate my blunt sincerity, or run. I just can't allow myself to get stepped on.
Back in June, I told a dude that I’ve gone on 4 dates within the past 4 years that he was fake.  Right to his face, over a walk while trying to find my car. Why? B…

Froggy Fridays: Mr. Slap Happy

After several messages here and there, I figured out right away that this wasn’t going to go anywhere.
Just for Mr. Slap Happy and I to hang out, it would be a 2 hour drive for either one of us….. The next conflict of interest was that he’s a “know it all.”

In a conversation about not committing the same errors, I mentioned not compromising who I am as a person for anyone else and he insisted that it was a bad attitude because not every relationship is the same, therefore, if I was once flexible, I should continue to be so.  
While compromising, finding a middle road, etc., is always an option… you know what’s not? Putting myself in an unhealthy situation for someone who basically holds no importance in my life.   Just sayin.

Another conversation was had in which he was trying to tell me that going on vacation too often wasn’t good for me because I should be worrying about saving money for my future.  First of all, we are just getting to know each other. In what world is it okay to discuss…