Linnet

I love Spanish girls. There's just one problem. If they speak just Spanish, then there is a small language barrier to deal with. I mean, I can speak Spanish decently, but I am not fluent, and when people talk fast it is hard for me to understand them. There are also words I just do not register when people are talking and I have to figure out some of the words I miss like I am trying to reconfigure a jigsaw puzzle.

In any case, I like the Spanish ladies, but I also like them to know English too. It just makes it easier for me. If a relationship is created, then they can start to teach me all the words I miss and help improve my own Spanish. That was the goal with almost every Latina I ever tried to get with. It never worked in my favor, but it did not stop me either.

Enter Linnet. She was a new hire at Publix and she was gorgeous. There was just one issue with her. She was basically right off the boat from Cuba, so she spoke barely any English at all. This was going to be difficult.

Almost instantly I befriended her. She was easy enough to get along with. I truly did try to speak only in Spanish with her, but she understood that it was not my strongest language. She helped me a bit, and I helped her with English and also with her getting to know her surroundings better.

As usual, she had a boyfriend right off the bat, so that was not anything new or anything. I just played my usual nice guy act around her. I made her laugh and smile and I just tried to be a sweet heart whenever I could. Eventually that relationship ended, and I knew it was my time to make a move.

But as usual, my move is a slow and methodical one. I just was not built with a killer instinct, especially when it came to women. So I waited for the right time to strike....so to speak.  My time came one day when i was at work and  heard that Linnet had been in a car accident.

I was honestly worried. She had missed a few days of work and on Friday I finally did something about it. I left Publix that day with a mission though. I was going to use that accident in my favor. I bought a single rose, and wrote Linnet a little, "Get Well Soon," card. I had dropped her off at her house in the past, so I knew where she lived. I decided to make a surprise stop at her place and deliver the letter and rose to her. I thought it cute enough of an idea.

Turns out, it was!

She opened the door with a caste on her hand and when she saw the rose her face  turned beat red. She had a smile on her face and eventually, I was invited inside. Yay, me! Inside a girls house. I was not really used to any of my ideas working this well so I was rather shocked when I entered her home.

It was a typical Cuban house. It smelled like there was a meal being cooked, and there probably was. It was around dinner time, and you do not have to tell Cubans twice when it is time to eat. Both her parents were home, and they spoke even less English then she did. Linnet also left me in the living room with her dad who had one of those dad looks on his face while staring at me. Linnet ran off and I heard the shower start in the background.

I did not have any plans to go out that evening, but it seems I really struck gold with my actions that night. Her parents offered me something to eat, but I politely refused. Linnet finally came out ready to do something, anything it seemed.

Everything was going great so far, I was bound to mess something up. We got in my car and I had Willy Chirino's "South Beach" CD playing. I had it in already, just in case. Linnet wanted to go to the Homecoming game at Hillsborough. No problem I thought. Except, it turned out to be a big problem. You see, I did not go to Hillsborough High, and I never really ventured into the school long enough to know where all the entrances were. I could not find the entrance to the Football field.

Instead of making continuous loops around the field, I decided to take her to Leto's Homecoming game. It was not the same thing, but it was better then nothing. She seemed to enjoy herself, even though she knew no one at Leto, but the problem had been averted. We wet on a little pseudo date that night and it lead to others in the future.

Linnet was a doll. We talked on the phone and I started taking her out here and there. She even agreed to help me with my Spanish, and I would help her learn more English. It seemed like a win-win situation for me.

Then, one day it all came crashing down. Lesson learned Pharrell. I had been spending time with Linnet by myself, but I had been telling my friends about her for awhile now. A group of my friends were going to the beach one day and I knew Linnet was off. I figured this would be as good of a time as any to have them all meet each other.

I call Linnet up and I can tell something is up. She seems hesitant with me, and she rejects my beach offer. I try to come up with something else for us to do other then the beach, but she dismissed each and every one I threw at her. Just before I could ask her what was wrong, she throws in my face that she is talking to her ex again and that we can not talk anymore and hangs up the phone on me.

Yay!

I knew this was a bad idea from the start.