People often tell me it's hard to make friends in Miami, I might tend to agree. One of the greatest heartaches about living here is that people move. So as a Miamians we tend to guard our hearts to the newcomers. You see the newbies, with their Spanish phrase books and their fresh Midwestern corn fed faces. Agonizing at the Publix Deli and trying to order in English. Only to have Spanish spit back at them at a rapid fire pace.
|Rubia in a "baja y chupa"|
You see them in gatherings in the break room, smiling in a clueless way as the girls laugh at the receptionist's Casual Friday outfit that includes skinny jeans and a "baja y chupa"*. They grin politely after the business meeting is over and all of a sudden the English stops and the Spanish begins, feeling very, very left out. But over time they learn about "pastelitos" and the 3:00PM colada. The Spanish chatter ceases to bother them and they even learn a few key phrases to drop to make their colleagues laugh. They're beginning to settle in, maybe even like the exotic.
Of course, we all know as Miamians that fresh faces, and blue eyes are in short supply. So if the person is single....they fall in love with their first Latino...or Cuban. The whirlwind passion, the great kisses, the great sex, the parents in Westchester....Miami bliss. At last the Miami honeymoon has begun. If you have blue(light) eyes you start getting introduced as "rubio" or "rubia" which literally means "blond".
Then the heartbreak. He cheats, she cheats, he stops calling, she went to back to her ex named Jorge. Then then that Midwesterner becomes bitter, and every word in Spanish reminds him or her about that hot Latin lover. The Publix deli lady rubs salt in the wound that they never really did understand a word of Spanish and then, fuck it. They leave Miami.
The other scenario is that they can't find a job because they can't speak Spanish, regardless of superior educational background or experience.
|Adios Miami!!! Goin' back to USA!|
In either case we are left here, Miamians, as our friends leave broke or heartbroken, but more fabulous for the experience.
Sorry guys, we'll miss you.
* strapless halter top (literal translation: drop and suck)