We have a new dish guy at That Seafood Place. (Not that this is an uncommon occurance--people don't usually work in the dish room for more than a week and a half. But anyway. New guy.) He's a short little weenie-looking guy with a reeeeely long greasy mohawk. He has his ears pierced and usually has a bandanna tied around his head, so he looks uncommonly like a little Mexican gypsy.

Anyway, his name is José. I think he's the fourth José we have working there. And the SECOND thing he said to me (right after "Hi, my name is José") was, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

For goodness' sake. I mean, are all these Mexican boys desperate or something? Let's be honest here, folks. I'm not the most attractive chica in the world. And yet somehow I've managed to get three Mexican guys to ask me out in the past couple of weeks. Is it that I speak Spanish? Does that somehow make up for my excess chub and the fact that I'm two feet taller than them? They gotta be some desperate hombres to be after me as soon as they know I can say, "hola."

I'm learning to deal, though. I mean, it's a fact: Mexican guys tend to be more forward than what I'm used to. Players aren't called "don Juan" after some Chinese dude, after all. So I know it's just to be expected.

But good ol' Jose #4 was getting a little too feisty tonight. Kept calling me "baby" and asking me to go home with him tonight.

I mean, please. I'm about as loose and fast as a rubberband ball rolling uphill. I pretty much ooze conservativism. And yet I have a guy trying to get me to hop in the sack with him after a simple hello?

One of the Mexican girls who works there (the only Mexican girl, actually) thinks this is all just hysterical. She thinks she has the right to laugh, I guess, because she's married and doesn't have to worry too much about these overly sexed little guys. Now she's started calling me "Rompecorazones," which means "Heartbreaker."

Heh, weird. Not a nickname I ever expected to have.

Oh, by the way, I added a cast page today to explain some of the random names that keep popping up in my entries.

Excitement abounds. I know.

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