Mi Príncipe Azul

Dear Mom,

Your ardent prayers have finally been answered, because my single years have ended. Yesterday, I was dining at my favorite Dominican restaurant when I realized that I was being watched. I looked up and saw this fine gentleman smacking his lips as I met his gaze. I tried to ignore him, but it is kind of awkward to rapidly stuff fried yucca and plantains into your face while your destiny is sighing and licking his lips.

I tried to focus, but he kept taking a swig from his beer bottle and yelling to his friends, “¡Ay, que linda es esa rubia! ( “That blond is so pretty”). He is obviously a man of unparalleled good taste and discernment, so I’m deciding to take a chance on love. I know that everyone thought that my 18-year-old sister would beat me to the altar, but sorry girl, this is my year.

Love,
Miss Jill

UPDATE: After the publishing of this post, my mom sent me a text that said "Aim higher." The wedding is off.

* Photo courtesy of Aging Stripper's discreet IPhone skills.