So the story goes that my great friend Judson came to visit about a month or so ago and happened to meet a certain Mexicano chaparrito that works on the costera at El Zorrito or another restaurant beside Galerías Diana, the most super fashion shopping mall of Acapulco only recently eclipsed by the more uppity La Isla. To stay in contact with said character during his stay, I generously allowed Judson to utilize my celular. No big deal, right? As soon as Judson left this guy would either delete or forget the number, right?
Dozens of calls and litters of text messages later this tarado is still trying to contact me. I'm sure he's a nice boy-- he and I exchanged maybe four sentences with one another in total-- but when he tells me things like "I love you" (in English!) it becomes rather creepy, even if he isn't aware of the meaning lost in translation.
Today I received another gem:
T vi pasast x my work xke t cortas mucho el pelo tkm
I saw you, you walked by my work, why did you cut your hair off (I just shaved my head)
tkm is shorthand for te quiero mucho
Tonight after dinner at Los Tarascos my friend Rubi had the brilliant idea of calling the pobrecito to pretend as if she had found my cell on the street and had been using it ever since as her own. She then told him to quit calling and sending weird texts. He simply hung up.