La Primera (The First)

My first post, anyone who reads my blogs, may comment freely, esta bien (it's okay).
I was first born American, ~I am proud to be an American~.
As I grew up then I realized, I am Latina of Mexican-American descent. My parents speak half English, half Spanish. We listen to Tejano music, notice I said Tejano, not Mexican - big difference. We eat burritos dripping with grease, we eat flour toritllas, not corn tortillas. Another thing, I go to college, University of Houston-Victoria, first in my family to attend college, huge accomplishment, I plan to stick with it.
I am not the first daughter, but the last daughter de la familia Contreras de Edna, Tejas. Not to brag on myself or anything, but I am the first Latina from the Edna High School Class of 2002 to stay single all through high school, and get my first serious boyfriend in my third year of college. In other words, my focus has been on school, my family, my writing, my community activities, my friends, and ME. I was one of the first to be a little selfish there, I'll admit. I loved myself more and I wanted to succeed and no one was going to stop me and believe me, boys/men whatever you want to call them, came along and tried to get me to rearrange my life for them pero no Elsie comes first in this life. It's like my best friend and I were talking the other day, "I gotta look out for me, because nobody else is going to." Then, I met Juan and I fell in love.

No other way to put it, I heard his manly polite voice on the phone and I thought to myself, hay papi chulo, you have a sexy voice. Especially when he said, "I have a passion for music, that comes first in my life." I had no other way to reply, "You know...I have a passion for words, words are my first love." Could I meet a better guy who shared the same passion as I do for the Arts? I was enamorada (In love).

It's like when I met Juan, I realized Life is meant to be shared with someone. I couldn't help falling in love with him; my days had been alright, not boring, but not exciting either. Once we started talking on the phone, I was determined to have him as my boyfriend. Anyone is probably thinking, "hay que tonta, (oh how dumb) you heard his voice and you wanted him right then and there?" Believe me, I was thinking that about myself. I had only seen one foto of him and he looked alright in it, he wasn't like super fly or anything, an ordinary guy, but it was that voice I liked, and those wise words he spoke. He had to send me like 30 seconds of one of his hip hop beats and I'm listening, thinking, he got some talent. And, he does when it comes to music. I don't know where he gets his ideas from for his music, I mean he has the East Coast influence, but every beat I've heard so far is unique! Don't let him know I told you this ;), but I am pretty sure he is going to make it with his own record label like G-Unit or something, because I can hear 50 Cent rapping to his beats or even my man, Lloyd Banks.

A month after Juan and I met online, we met offline. It was 10:30 p.m. Saturday, September 18, 2004 and his bus was an hour late. I'd been rolling up and down the south side of Victoria, Texas waiting on him. He'd lost his cell phone, had no way of calling me to let me know it was running late. I'm ready to cry, thinking, i done got stood up again. I'm in between getting angry and getting depressed. I call my friends up like "Man, sister I don't know what to do." My tummy is growling, I hadn't eaten since like noon. My friend tells me, "Get you something to eat and wait it out like 10-15 mins longer, then if he don't show up and he call you, tell him 'i waited, but i ain't waiting no more.'" Aight, so i took her advice, I'm stuffing my face with some chicken nuggets from Wendy's, about to spill bar-be-que sauce on my chin, when my cell phone lights up, and I hear that "tweet tweet" ring. YEAH, (btw, I can't say that Lil Jon "yea!" my voice is too soft) he was in town! I took one look at him, and I thought, wow he's a cutie, but man he sure does have some BLACK HAIR! It ain't gonna work when I tell Daddy he's just Puerto Rican, he gonna look at that hair and know he part black! I didn't mind, Love has no colors after all, but I knew Daddy was gonna mind. Yea, and Juan had to wear some hip clothes, u know the baggy jeans and loose basketeball jersey. To me, that's a style, to my parents, it's one of those negative lablels. I bring him home to my old-fashioned parents, did I mention old-fashioned? They shake hands, talk that man to man talk. The whole time, I am scoping him out, like hmm he pretty tall, broad shoulders, thin waist, long legs. He looks kinda scared, checking out my dad's gun cabinet, while I am checking him out.

And, yes Daddy did come and tell me, "I'm 54 years old, I know a brother when I see one." I couldn't lie, even though my brother in law Bubba told him he was Puerto Rican and Puerto Ricans are part black anyway. My dad told him, "If that guy isn't part black, I will kiss your a** on Main street." Of course, I had to admit, "Yea Daddy, he's part black." For about two weeks, Daddy was mad, Mama agreed with him, but when he was working, she was saying, "Mija, follow your heart." It's taking some time, todavia, (still) taking some time. Finally it came down to "Mija, whatever makes you happy." And Juan sure does make me happy. He's my backbone in some ways, always ready to help support me. I'm still my own woman, and I have my own life, but there comes a time to share it with someone else. You know a partner, companion, lover, friend, he's all that y mas (and more). Now, I am sharing part of my life with you (the readers), feel free to laugh, comment, whateva, I don't care.
Peace Out!