Last night I invited my Cuban neighbor over for dinner and drinks. Its been a while since we hung out and his stories about his love life and the trials that he goes through have always been my favorite. This time though he seemed a bit tense, so after an hr of watching ' Trash TV ' I asked him about what has been going on as of late, I told him about my last relationship and he has always been very persist ant in us going on. One thing about him, is that he is extremely good looking, the kind that you would never think he would give you the time of day, so when we became friends it was a bit of a shock to me, Anyways he then became a bit quiet and I began prodding about his love life, and at that point he just started to break-down. On the bed, he started crying and mumbling that its not fair that he has to try so hard and that the guy he was seeing was being an ass to him, that he wasn't used to being place on ' the shelf ' and at that point he just lost it. He excused himself from my place and apologized for making a scene. I was scared about his well being, he never struck me as the kind of guy that has to try and get a guys attention, he has a great smile and perfect body...I am able to see past all that and see who he is, and this was a bit of a wake-up call in the sense that we all go through our own personal love disasters and that we are not alone in them. Made me realize that things could be worse or could be better, and this too was a great way for me to practice listening to people, and actually letting them speak without me interrogating them and saying something either stupid or inappropriate. Listening is an art, I'm still trying to learn.
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