I was sitting in a coffee shop one day with a friend in Chicago, and a very intoxicated young hispanic man stumbled up to us, put his hands on our table, leaned

I was sitting in a coffee shop one day with a friend in Chicago, and a very intoxicated young hispanic man stumbled up to us, put his hands on our table, leaned over and gave me a smell of his breath that I still remember. Then he looked me in the eye, moved his finger within inches of my face and told me this: Never, never, ever date a Cuban woman. To this day I've taken his advice. He seemed like he knew what he was talking about.