Soy un perdidor, I'm a loser, baby...

Knowing only a little bit of a language can get you in a lot of trouble.

I was at the Superior fair this evening, preparing to get out of there as fast as I could, when a man walked by. I smiled and said hi like I do with everyone who passes by. I soon understood that he did not speak English, only Spanish. My rusty Spanish skills were no match for his complete lack of understanding.

I understood that he said I was beautiful ('muy bonita') and was propositioning me. I pointed to the ring and said spouse. He then asked if I had girlfriends as beautiful as me. Uh, no. Not any that wouldn't disown me for setting them up with a carnival worker (he had shown me his id).

I then tried to get him to go, but couldn't think of any Spanish words to get him to leave me alone. I asked my friend in the opposite booth to escort me to my car, but had to promise this man I would be back tomorrow. I will not be back tomorrow.

Part of me is grossed out and sickened at the thought that there are such men out in the world so gross and sick.

Another, smaller, part of me thinks it's just too funny. "Mom, Dad, this is Yomundo..."