Yesterday, I flew to Pittsburgh. Next to me was this totally cute Mexican dude. I just assumed he lived in Dallas, Austin or SA since he flew out of Dallas with me. We didn’t talk during the flight, but, of course, I checked for a ring. No ring. Awesome. Plus, he was really nice to me during the flight when I was trying to stay out of his way. I hate flying American Eagle, because you are practically sitting in the lap of the person next to you. Thank god for exit rows. Except the fact that, if you sit next to the fuselage in the exit row, you freeze your ass off. Trade-off.

So, we ended up at baggage with each other. I pretended not to be able to get my bag (actually, it did run away from me, and I couldn’t get it off the thingy, so I wasn’t lying), and he helped me get it off the doohicky. I gracias’d him, and he asked me if I spoke Spanish. “Un poquito” I replied. So we started talking in Spanish. I found out he lives in Chihuahua (bummer), and he flies around the US driving cars back. He asked me about me, and I tried my best to speak espanol. He told me my spanish was muy bueno, and I explained that my professor in grade school was from Chile, and accente was muy importante.

So, all the luggage had come out, and we were standing there, still talking. I wanted to give him my information, but I didn’t have any cards with me. So, all we could do was say adios.

Typically, I am not a Mexican dater. In Texas, most of the Mexican dudes are into machismo, a part of their culture. My submissive nature doesn’t gel with that very well. But this guy was totally cool, at least, from first discussion. I would’ve gone out on a date with him in a heartbeat. I should have asked him to dinner.

First of all, what the hell is he doing driving cars all the way from Pittsburgh? I couldn’t remember the other states he drives cars from, but he said he doesn’t drive from Texas. WTF? Wouldn’t that be the most cost-effective way to get a car to Mexico? I mean, how much money can they make off one stupid car? He told me that the cars he drives are muy viejo y muy barato (can’t remember if I spelled or said that one right), but that means old and cheap. He was funny too, and I caught his jokes.

When I asked him “hablas ingles?”, he responded with “Un poquito” as well… We laughed.

DAMNIT, why are all the cute guys either gay, married or from another damned country???