What I am:

- Family oriented
- Affectionate
- Romantic
- Loyal
- Passionate
- Adventurous
- An eternal optimist
- See problems as opportunities
- Creative...always thinking outside the box
- Inventive ...I own 2 US patents. One in engineering, one medical
- Spontaneous
- Considerate
- Generous. I'd do anything for family and friends....even for people that I don't know.
- Compassionate
- Forgiving
- Adaptable and intuitive
- Non-judgmental
- Polite and charming
- Good communicator and willing to compromise...as long as it is a win-win situation
- I don't worry about things that I can not control
- Professional, responsible, and hard working, but not a workaholic
- Been in over 40 countries the world over. Thailand is my favorite country.
- Excellent dancer....from salsa, to disco, to techno...and anything in between.
- High energy....sort of like the Energizer Bunny..keeps going and going.....
- Get along with all kinds of people..ages, color, religion, etc.
- Very funny and silly but can also be serious. Always a kid at heart
- Easy like Sunday morning (I am listening/singing that song right now)
- Born in South America....Italian/Spanish. Italian from the waist up...Spanish the rest...or maybe the other way around.
- Good cook...make good dessert, specially when I am part of it
- Fluent or semi-fluent in 4 languages. Have an accent on all of them....I am from Mars
- Love animals and they love me.....little dogs have a strong attraction towards my right leg. My left leg gets jealous
- I am "The most interesting man in the world"....I drink Dos Equis
- My name is Don Juan de Marco....I am the world's greatest lover


What I am not:

- Jealous
- Possessive
- Clingy
- Needy
- Liar
- Manipulator
- Rude and intolerant
- Insecure
- Controlling
- Boring and predictable
- A person with addictions....except love of course
- A negative/pessimistic person...I avoid those types

I shared the following story with a new friend and she thought that it was really funny. Since I like to share everything (well..almost everything)...even it it is a simple laugh or a smile, I will share it with you too.

When I came to the US I did not know any English. During my second week here a classmate in college made dinner for me at her apartment. Since she was looking at me as if she was going to have me for dessert, I went to her bathroom after dinner and looked for a spare toothbrush (her food was a little spicy). I found one and I also found a red tube that resembled Colgate toothpaste. While I was brushing my teeth with it I was thinking.."yuk!!....why do Americans brush their teeth with this stuff??".....All of a sudden my entire mouth, tongue, lips became numb. I could not utter a word...I was drooling and only being able to say Uuhhhghhhhh....agghhhhhhh.

My friend grew worried because I was taking so much time in the bathroom and she started knocking on the door...."are you OK??...do you need any help"??...I was scared...I opened the door and gestured to her that the stuff in the red tube made my mouth numb ....that I brushed my teeth with it. She started to laugh so hard even though she was sorry for me...she explained to me later that what I used for toothpaste was actually hemorrhoid cream!!!

The moral of the story...."Never brush your teeth with Preparation H"

Because of this experience, now I ask for a complete medical history before I date someone (don't worry...I am just kidding....besides, I know some English now....I can read labels).

Speaking of labels, this happened also during my first month in the US. I had a very tight budget ($1 - $2/day to eat). After eating bread and bananas for a few days I decided to venture into something canned. I bought the cheapest can that I can find at a nerby convenience store. I remember thinking..."why do Americans eat this terrible food"?? while eating my second sandwich. That evening, a friend that I met at the restaurant where we were both working as busboys came by my little studio apartment. While talking about life, he looked at the opened can on the counter and asked me..."How long have you lived here"?? ...Just a few days, I responded. And he said..."and you already have a cat"??...what cat??? I don't have a cat!!....To make a long story short, he preceeded to tell me that what I ate was cat food, that animals are very spoiled in the US...that they have canned food and this and that. Oh well, live and learn. But for some strange reason....I started singing The Purina Cat Chow song " meaow meaow meaow.......meaow meaow meaow" for a few days every night after that incident.

Update. January 30, 2009: A lady here suggested that I should make a movie of my first experiences in the US. Hmmmm....Good idea!! I think I will title it "Coming to America 2"....For the first story I would probably have Antonio Banderas play me because of the accent....OK..let me see...Hmmm...I know!!...Jenniffer Lopez would be a good one to play the girl with hemorroids....I understand that she is a great cook ;)

I prefer dinner at a classy restaurant having a cozy and pleasant atmosphere...with perhaps a soft background music...or a piano player...and dim lights and/or a candle. That way we can enjoy good conversation, good food, and a great wine. However, I/we will not call it a date.....it would simply be a meeting.....or an opportunity to met someone who hopefully will become a good friend and potentially something more in the future. The word "date" puts an unnecessary pressure because it implies that we have to try to like each other....this makes some people act in unnatural ways sometimes. Just relax and enjoy the experience.