Nothing is more satisfying than going out with a Mexican...Mexican food, that is. After my boring jaunt to the gym, I reward myself on an almost nightly basis treat of rice, chicken tacos and delicious chipotle salsa. Exciting? Oh yes! Mmmm...my hot date with Mr. Mexico doesn't get much hotter than that! However glam that might sound, I have to admit that since going to my favorite pseudo healthy fast-food joint as a singleton, I've noticed that it is filled with other Hollywood singletons! What are we doing?! I stand there in line trying to embrace my independence while these really good-looking male suiters, who are waiting for their numbers to be called, stand their gawking. What is this? Shall we sit down and start speed dating while we are waiting? We mine as well. The tables seem to be set up just for that reason. Why else would we be going on a Mexican fast food holiday...alone?
The ironic part is people associate Mexico with Romance and it quite appropriately runs independently in the romantic language category marathon. Its sweet melodic music plays anxiously in every nook and cranny of Los Angeles, and heck, the name Los Angeles DOES mean angels in Spanish. So while most of us stand there waiting in line for our "angel" to come and rescue us from our misery, I would rather let the food be my rescuer, or I could settle for that hot guy waiting for his number to be called. Maybe I should just give him MY number instead! What I am saying is, here I am going to Poquito Mas (the name of this perfectly robust Mexican joint) to escape from romance, but I am being bombarded by it instead because of the nature of what Mexico represents. Seems like a double-edged sword, doesn't it? How many hot single people actually end up in the same place staring at each other while sober? Forget coffee houses, with bailey's of course! Forget bars! Forget the beach where everyone is half naked! Remember Poquito Mas which stands for A Little Bit More. A little bit more of what? Love? Romance? Mexico? All of the above? No wonder I love this place!
To be frank, and my middle name is Francesca, this little Mexican joint is fantastic. It is my place of solace. I go there to think about...well...nothing. I go there to relax while dipping my corn chips into that delicious chipotle salsa and I sip my diet coke in peace. I avoid eye contact with even the hottest of men, and I indulge in the satisfaction that I am actually happy being alone, and I will take a little bit more of that any day of the week ;)
2 comments:
There ARE alyways hot guys at the mexican places around the city! Why not speed date? 2 birds w/ 1 stone...LOL!
You ladies are funny. But, as a man, I will give you a little advice about meeting guys at Mexican joints - wait until the guy has at least had a few bites to eat before you attack, I mean speak with, him. As a guy, I can tell you that only after the basic hunger is satisfied, can I contemplate anything more. Remember what Mr. Maslow wrote in the "Hierarchy of Needs" - after the need for breathing, the second of man's needs is FOOD. So, please let the guy eat his taco first :)
Have a great day, and next time also try the Pico de Gallo with the chips, yum!
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