99% of the time you won’t need to worry about dressing up for a night of partying.
When we wrote about Colombian Girls, we had a few remarks from our female friends...
Only a small percentage of Colombian women on the website indicate a preference for skin color.
Race for the most part does not play much of a role in Northern Colombia – where we are located – due to the greater mix of people.
Like that 31-year-old you’ve been seeing for three months whose place you’ve never been to, but after a lot of vodka sodas, follow home and don’t think to ask why he lives in a five-bedroom house in Westchester. He also took her on a romantic date to Sushisamba, and as soon as the waiter took their drink order, used his menu as a barricade and snorted cocaine off the tip of his chopstick. And sure, every once in awhile, you’ll meet a breath of fresh air: a normal guy in Miami. One day later, still not having met, he told me I was “The One”, he couldn’t wait to meet me, he’d picked out our kids names, and asked what shade of blue I thought we should use to decorate our future living room. Though we historically look for something more real, when that cute guy comes along with a good job and a great family, but he’s not the hot Australian DJ we met at STORY, is likely short and doesn’t have a yacht in Bal Harbour, we wait for the next best thing.
And on that note, what’s worse: realizing the next morning when you walk-of-shame into his mom, dad, abuela, two sisters, neighbors, and three cousins at the breakfast table? But much like a healthy person who mistakenly ends up in a psych ward, even some of them don’t know how to act anymore. I met him on Hinge which should have told me that this was going to go south fast (Hinge is an app that promises to only match you with friends of Facebook friends, but also glitches a lot, so you actually have no friends in common and he could be pretty much anyone). 1) I hate blue, and 2) he was a little bit obsessive, so I backed away slowly. While we can judge Miami men for sharing a bedroom wall with abuela, having their vices, or even hooking up with that girl that looks like Snookie -- we can’t blame them for Miami dating as a whole. Because whether it’s our rightful determination to never settle, or the fact that we’ve been told after every breakup that “there are many fish in the sea” (or at the very least, that fake lake in West Kendall), we too are constantly on the lookout for the perfect guy; the one we’ve been trained to believe we’ll find...
The country in Latin America is spelled with two "o's". Our country is spelled "Colombia" in both English and Spanish. At the party, don't hesitate to ask your new friend to dance, even if you have no idea how it works. When I spent my exchange semester in Germany, I really thought we were normal, average drinkers because the Germans and Russians, for example, tend to drink a lot as well. In Latin America, life definitely moves at a slower pace.
In a place as weird as Miami -- where Pitbull runs a middle school, and the 30-year-old Tinder match with “people skills” might also be that bath salts guy who ate the other guy’s face -- dating can get pretty interesting.
And while men and women alike don’t have it easy, my most recent Tinder match, a guy named Boomer whose opening line was “hoe are U??? So 28, single, and with more optimism than my Jewish grandmother’s abandoned dreams of great-grandchildren, I continue to wade my way through the men of Miami. Much like America, which was built on Pilgrims and family values, “the 305” was built on cocaine, chongas, and DJ Khaled.
Please be considerate and do not bring this sensitive topic up in conversation. It's better to ask about things you don't really know than to hold forth about them regardless and appear stupid and ignorant. We are really affectionate people and it's just a polite, nice gesture, so don't freak out when it happens (I've seen people in Europe be shocked by this closeness many times, especially in the northern countries). I remember when I was living in the USA and a kid asked me if I spoke "Mexican".
We like to smile and always say "thank you", "permiso", "que pena". There is even a saying for that: "Everybody needs a Colombian in their lives''. For his sake, I told him that "Mexican" was not a language and that I spoke Colombian Spanish, which is actually quite different from the "original" Castilian Spanish, Órale Mexican or Che boludo Argentinean Spanish. When starting a conversation with a Colombian person the last thing you want to talk about is Pablo Escobar (here the same rules apply as to the drug topic).