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Monday, February 11, 2008

Tales of Unhappy Women - Over 40 and under-fabulous

Romance at City Hall - a Cheap Date - Politico Chasers Know what's worse than sitting next to unhappy women at a business luncheon? Sitting across the aisle from them at a City Commission Meeting. It was 9a.m. on a Thursday morning in Miami. Outside City Hall the hot sun was beating down on picturesque Biscayne Bay. The bustling activity of people and automobiles indicated a Commission Meeting was about to convene. "They kept staring at me and mumbling Patti later told her colleague. "I heard... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 18, 2008

Meet Michael Angelo - A modern day ceiling expert

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Meet Michael Angelo - A modern day ceiling expert

Starbucks in Coconut Grove was a refuge from the pouring rain and two gals were lucky to get a table. "Susan, that guy in the corner is waving at you," advised Elena. "Oh no, it's Laura's brother-in-law Michael. We've got to get out of here. He is a terrible bore who fancies himself a player." "Hi Michael, sorry we can't join you we have an appointment. How's your wife? Please say hello fore me," Susan said walking out quickly. Upon meeting Michael one wouldn't suspect the man had a wife and a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Cracking a man's code - no DNA required - Gals Who Do Capers Never Grow Old

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Cracking a man's code - no DNA required - Gals Who Do Capers Never Grow Old

"Andrea, please call Jimmy's phone now. I need your opinion on the age of the child saying "Hap-bit-day..." on his answering machine. The gals had become experts in retrieving phone messages from ex-husbands and current live-ins to insure what they were being told wasn't too far from reality. "It sounds like a girl between 2 and 3 years of age," answered Andrea. "I thought Jmmy's kids were 14 and 16?" Gail was in complete agreement and if true that child was likely conceived at the beginning of... Sign in to see full entry.

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El Santero - Spiritual Awareness through Good Vibrations

Some women are attracted to wise guys and need to temporarily lose themselves in romantic chaos. The commitment-obsessed call it destructive behavior - the less rigid call it melodrama. Regardless of the definition some women require an element of surprise and adventure to get an adrenalin rush. "There's something about him I find attractive," confessed Linda. "He's a balsero (rafter), simple and unpolished yet it's intriguing to meet a man who risked his life in the Florida straits to escape... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Cross Over Gringas & El Viejo

Two older men in starched guayaberas were talking outside of Cafe Versailles. "We never imagined that el hijo de puta Fidel would remain dictator long enough for us to see our children have children." There's something about Calle 8 that lends itself to depressing political rhetoric, the kind that most people don't like to get into, unless they happen to be first generation Miami-Cubans. Discussions that center on the dictator Fidel are particularly meaningless in Miami because the concept of a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Welcome to Miami and the beaches where picture perfect scenery accentuates the flaws of its inhabitants and where genetic eccentricities mix to create counterfeit cultures of outrageous characters. Meet "El Santero", "The Dick", "Michael Angelo", just a few in an un-cosmopolitan crowd whose dating and mating calamities are chronicled in brutal candidness. My Miami Friends exposes the current atmosphere of a town adjusting to international city status and stirs the pot on the sexual behavior of its residents, many of whom are saturated with moral, religious and political uncertainties. You have seen them at the market, sat next to them in restaurants, listened to them talk on cell phones, now go beyond appearances and get the skinny on the misadventures of neighbors, colleagues, friends and enemies. It's time to put aside fading snapshot images in your grandmother's photo album and visualize today's Miami: Little English spoken here but lots of fun in the translation.

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