Love Trips: Yummy, Yummy! Bartenders!

You know bartenders are hot! Check out this week's Love Trips.

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: FED UP!

How do you deal with being fed up? Check it out on this week's Love Trips!

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Deciphering the Code

This weeks Love Trips is up! Pass it on!

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Sujeiry

Love Tripping with Sujeiry

Hey everyone!

So here is my lil, mini show called Love Tripping with Sujeiry. Hope u enjoy it! And remember comment (u dont have to sign up!) and pass, pass, pass it on!

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: One Mo' Time

Love Trips has now moved to SiTV.com! So be sure to click on the link below (if you have problems cut and paste the URL), leave comments and pass it on! Here it is!

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Ready or Not

My body usually tells me when I'm ready for something. Whether it's a new love, another bite of food, or another gulp of liquor, it never fails to send me hints. Unfortunately, I don't always choose to listen. I ignore my tummy's cry for help, as it expands outside its comfort zone when I'm stuffing my face. I even unbutton my pants to make room for dessert! I disregard the tingling in my legs and arms when downing my third Bacardi and Coke. I can have another! I think. So I do. By my fifth drink, my head is spinning, my legs are stumbling, and my stomach is turning. Yet I still manage to avoid my body's signals and take a shot of Tequila. Pass the lemon and salt, please.

By the end of the night, I'm drunkydy, drunk, drunk. I may dance all night like a go-go dancer, cry over a tray of peanuts, or stumble onto my front door. Regardless, my body always punishes me for not heeding her warnings. The next morning I wake up with a pounding in my head and a sour taste in my mouth. I spend the entire day clinging to my bed and praying to the porcelain God.

Besides my food and liquor consumption, my body also sends me hints when it comes to men. When my ex-boyfriend Elijah mentioned his ex-girlfriend over three times on our second date, my blood boiled. My nerves jumped. My mind screamed: He's not over her! Run! But I pushed the vibes away and asked the bartender for a stronger Bacardi and Coke. Similar symptoms kicked in after I began communicating with Daniel, the doctor I met on match.com. My palms sweated throughout our first AIM conversation. I found myself wiping my hands after every click of the Enter button. And my hands trembled when writing down the information for our first date. On the actual day of our date every inch of my body was consumed with doubt. I walked down 42^nd Street to meet Daniel and my mind whispered: This is your first date since your break-up with Johnny. You're not ready for this. But I persuaded myself otherwise. I continued to walk toward the shiny lights illuminating Times Square and convinced myself I was only experiencing first-date jitters.

A few minutes later, Daniel and I were face-to-face. I smiled and pecked him on the cheek.

"You look exactly like you do in your pictures," he said with a smile.

"I hope that's a good thing," I replied nervously.

"Of course it is."

I smiled and my heart fluttered. First-date jitters, I thought again.

Daniel and I then began walking down Ninth Avenue. We passed a few restaurants and bars before Daniel pointed to a specific lounge.

"Do you want to check it out?" He asked.

"Sure," I replied.

We walked into the lounge and I immediately knew I was in trouble. Brick red colored walls, dim lights, cozy couches, draped curtains: it screamed "romantic date spot".

“Do you want to get a table or do you want to sit by the bar?” Daniel asked.

“Let’s just sit by the bar,” I replied. I needed the bartender handy.

Daniel asked what I wanted to drink and I ordered a Bacardi and Coke. As I sipped my drink, Daniel and I made small talk. This is ok, I thought. No big deal. I had another Bacardi and Coke and Daniel had another drink as well. By my third drink, hip-hop pumped from the speakers and Daniel asked me to dance. My body trembled with nervousness while he led me toward the dance floor. I swayed my hips and kept my distance. Daniel moved in a little and my nerves jumped. The hip-hop tunes suddenly changed to reggaeton beats and Daniel wanted to grind. I turned around, shook my ass a little, and then backed away.

“I’m a little tired. Let’s sit down again,” I suggested.

He nodded, but instead of leading me to the bar he led me to an even dimmer room in the back of the lounge. I suddenly found myself in the “secret spot” of the “romantic date spot”. Daniel put his arm around me and my heartbeat grew louder. He leaned in closer and my heartbeat pounded in my ears. My body screamed: He’s going to kiss you! You’re not ready! But I let him kiss me. I let him kiss me and thought of Johnny the entire time. I let him put me in a cab and thought of Johnny on my ride home. And when I called Daniel to tell him I was home, I thought of Johnny and sobbed all over my pillow. There was no ignoring the signals. I felt my body shake. I tasted the salt on my face. I just wasn’t ready.

Love Trips: Lost and Found

Loosing my cell phone feels like loosing my best friend. My cell phone knows all of my contacts, even some I’ve forgotten. My shiny, palm-sized friend takes photographs of all my other friends. My hand-held buddy and I even share secret codes that only she and I can decipher.

My cell phone is not only my trusted companion, but she also keeps me organized. She knows where I’ll be at any given moment. She even knows my menstrual cycle and sings an upbeat melody when it’s time to get my flow. So you can imagine my sense of loss, my sense of utter desperation when my cell phone was riding down the streets of New York City in the back seat of a yellow cab. While she was out getting a tour, I was frantic. I tried to visualize the name that was printed on the smudged window, separating the cabby from his passengers, but I got nothing. So I tried the next best thing. I picked up my mother’s gigantic home phone and dialed my phone number. The phone rang and rang and rang. I hung up and called over and over again. I tried a few more times before accepting the fact that she was lost.

In order to cope with the loss of my technologically-savvy comrade, I focused on the positive. Without my cell phone, I didn’t have to call certain people back! I could start a clean slate, choosing which numbers to store and which numbers to be rid of on my new cell phone.

Loosing my cell phone also meant loosing contact with Kurt. I didn’t have any other way to contact him and I was relieved. Our last conversation left me angry and offended. Kurt had called me to wish me Happy Holidays. It was a thoughtful gesture so I decided to open up and share some of my future plans.

“I may be moving to Miami next year,” I shared.

“You know, it’s hard to be single in Miami,” he replied abruptly.

“It’s hard to be single anywhere,” I replied, unsure of his point.

“Yeah, but Miami is full of beautiful women.”

He doesn’t think I’m attractive enough to live in Miami?! I thought angrily. I refused to accept his backhanded comment.

“Well, I’ll have no problem then. I’m a beautiful woman, so I’ll fit right in,” I responded confidently.

Kurt tried to salvage himself by stating there are a lot of models in Miami and that they’re a different kind of beauty. He then changed the subject and asked when I would pay him a visit. I told him I would go in a month or so. He told me to call him after the holidays to confirm plans. I agreed before hanging up the phone, but I had no intention of visiting Kurt. No intention of spending a weekend with a man who questioned my beauty and made me doubt myself. I had had enough. Enough to know four months later that I wanted to omit his number from my new cell phone.

That day, I sat on my bed with my new pal. I stored the A’s and the B’s, the C’s and D’s, the E’s and F’s. The H’s and I’s were complete when my cell phone rang. It was a number I had yet to store and didn’t recognize. I took my chances and picked up.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Who’s this?” I questioned.

“You don’t remember me? We met last night,” he replied.

“No really, who’s this?” I asked again, annoyed this time.

“I can’t believe you don’t remember me. Pete from the bar,” he said jokingly.

His raspy voice triggered my memory.

“Hey Kurt,” I replied astonished. It was unbelievable. He called merely minutes after I had received and activated my new phone.

“You were supposed to call me to plan your visit. But you flaked again,” he replied bluntly.

“I lost my cell and didn’t have your number. Plus I don’t have your email,” I rambled, still in shock.

“Well now you have my number. And take down my e-mail.”

I pulled out a sheet of paper and wrote it down. Now I had no excuse. My new buddy could find herself in the back seat of another yellow cab or riding down the 1 train, and I would have a way to contact Kurt. I could have told him his words offended me. I could have deleted his number and trashed his e-mail after finishing our conversation. But I didn’t want to loose him. It wasn't the time for me to let him go. So I added his email to my Yahoo! address book. I pressed the tiny, right button on my cell phone, typed in “Kurt”, and hit “Store”.

Love Trips: My New, Big Cojones

Hello all my faithful readers,

"Love Trips" is finally here for the month of February! Last time we left off, I burried the Queen of Dwelling and decided to move on with my life. I joined match.com to explore the romantic possibilities.

Now before I cut and paste the link I want to share some somber news. Migente.com will no longer be publishing "Love Trips" due to changes on the site. But dont fret! I will continue to write "Love Trips" on my blog. It will go back to its roots and be posted biweekly, till I find another venue to publish my column (and pay me as well!!!!!!). I will keep you all posted. Enjoy this months column and look out for the next : )

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: The Queen Is Dead

What is your coping mechanism after a break-up? Check it out.

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Self-Help

The last dose of love trips for 2006! Thank you all for reading and being incredibly supportive. Till next year...

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Reading Between The Lines

Do you read between the lines? Find out on this week's "Love Trips".

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: A Simple "I Love You"

Saying "I love you"...simple?

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Back Tracking

What happens when the past comes back? Find out on this weeks "Love Trips".

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Conchita Parte Dos

Its Love Trip's 6 month anniversary! Wow, how time flies : ) Enjoy this column. We have a returning guest...

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Sensing Change

Can you sense when a relationship is changing? Read on.

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Blessed Intervention

Have you sought divine intervention?

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Seeing Green

Envy, envy who do you think you are....check out how I deal with envy : )

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Fear of Falling

What fears hold you back? Check out my new column.

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Love En Espanol

As always, enjoy!

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Sujeiry

Love Trips: Telling Secrets

Can you keep your lovers secrets?

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