Too Too Much!

Friday (last day of the working week)

It's all getting too much with Julio. I'm not sure if I'm ready for the kind of relationship he wants. He wants to tell his parents and his numerous brothers and sisters that he's in love with me and he doesn't want to go ahead with his marriage to Gloria (his parents' preferred choice of partner). It's terrible because I'm not that bothered. I mean, yeah, it's nice and all, having a big latino hunk beside me, but sometimes he doesn't use deoderant and that really bothers me. Also, I found out that he doesn't have medicare, he's one of that forty percent we're always hearing about. That would worry me too much if we formed a lifelong partnership, I'd always be stopping him from crossing the road in case he got run down and we couldn't afford to have him fixed. Also, I don't really understand everything he says. The other day he said "You're so impotant; Too wee!" and I was like, hello, Mr Hulio Englasias, your dick ain't exactly anything to write home about. And then I realised he was actually saying "You're so important to me." I was really embarassed for like a second and then I realised it was all part of our sexual socio-cultural exchange. But I don't like it. I'm worried one day I'm going to split up with him over something really nice he said about me. That would look totally stupid. No. I think it's time to call it a day. I'm gonna' tell him...after dance (we're doing the Rio-Rhumba and I don't want him to mess up).
Bye.
Love you.
Bye then.
M xx