Unsuitable Obsession - Part One by Trisha Fuentes Page A

in Catholicism and going to church
with my parents every Sunday and twice a month on Wednesdays.
That’s never bothered me really, I just wished when I was younger I
could have spent some time out with my girlfriends, going to the
mall, movies or to school dances. Sometimes I feel I’m about to
explode, I want to do everything I’ve always dreamt of doing and
one way or the other, I will get everything I’ve always dreamed
of.
    In two more months I’ll be twenty-three. After
getting my AA at Glendale College, I enrolled into real estate
school to get my license. I love looking at houses and dreaming of
what could be, with lots of kids running around in the yard,
envisioning different painted walls and furnishings. I want to
share that dream with other folks, so I decided to pursue real
estate. I’m working for a small real estate firm in San Fernando
right now, I pay commission to them when I sell a house and they
let me use all their resources: faxes, Multi-Listing-Service,
computers, printers, telephones, advertising, they’re great. I love
my job.
    I finally got the courage to move out of my parents’
home after being under their roof and guidance for so long. It’s a
good thing too, because I don’t know how much longer I could have
kept trying to hide my romance with Gregory Rodriguez. I miss him
really, and he was so bad for me! I would sneak out late at night
through my bedroom window and meet him down the street. That’s so
immature, but I had no other choice. I love kissing Greg too! But
silly me, immaculate Leticia, I still push his roaming hands away
when he tries to unhook my bra. I do have small breasts. I’ve
always wished my breasts were larger, oftentimes ogling other women
who’ve had breast implants. I could never do that.
    How do I describe my ex-boyfriend? Greg was not
quite perfect for me. Always a bit on the edge, with a temper, I
don’t know why I attract those kinds of men with a dominating
presence. They always seem to think that I’m this docile woman. Or
maybe I am, being intimidated so easily.
    I guess I should have given him what he wanted. All
men seem to think I’ve already done it. Can’t believe I’m still a
virgin at my age, not many women out there like me besides. Greg
tried to get me in bed, tried often, but all I kept thinking was my
parents and how they would be upset with me if I didn’t get married
first. And, there was something else about Greg, he made me feel
uncomfortable, he was sneaky; I could see it in his dark black
eyes. Since I wasn’t giving him what he wanted, he was out getting
it somewhere else. He was a cheater, and I could sense it, and
maybe I should have been stronger emotionally, should have kicked
his butt to the curb long ago; but seeing we had been dating for
nearly two years, I thought maybe, just maybe there was a proposal
just around the corner? But oh well. Greg just wasn’t the one for
me, and when he dumped me, I wasn’t surprised. But given his lame
excuse that we were getting too serious, I knew there had to be
another woman.
    I know my soul mate is out there for me, and my man
is so vivid, I’ve dreamt of him so many times. When I was a little
girl, I would pray at night and ask God to send me a man who would
be kind and nice to me. He had to be arrogant and proud of whom he
was: Hispanic, intelligent, almost noble in his tall, slim, broad
body, his solid shoulders, light brown hair...and if it was really meant to be...green eyes, the same color like mine. I
know my dream man is out there somewhere, lurking around, looking
for me. I just know he is.
     

Seven
    A Costly Mistake
     
    Eduardo had bought his pewter-colored Porsche just a
few months prior and decided to drive his new baby to The Beverly
Center to do some shopping. Damn but it was expensive to be
employed by a Century City law firm! Costly leather shoes,
fashionable shirts and ties, suits with famous designer labels on
the lapel. Damn but he didn’t need another tie to