Well, counting some sort of loses here in Scandinavia.
Not only did I lose my Don Juan mojo I realized that I can’t no longer recognize other Hispanics at sight.
Losing my Don Juan charm was hard enough. I mean, I can’t even flirt anymore. I can’t address beauty and I can’t even get myself to see women as women.
And being 45 ain’t helping either. In age discriminate-at-will rural Sweden this means a real sacrifice of sorts.
A sacrifice of eternal solitude.
But losing touch with my own kind? I mean, how far am I pushing the envelope here, really?
I used to admire the magic that recognizing my fellow latino exuded. Not anymore buck.
Frigging Scandinavia, sucks the soul like a death hallow.