My Guatemalan Boyfriend
By Kendal Bergman
Editor’s note: This is a classic XelaWho article from way-back in 2007 that still gets talked about to this day, so we’re reprinting it just for Valentine’s day!
When I came to Guatemala, I had just gotten out of a long-term relationship and wanted to have fun, learn some Spanish, and reinvent myself, so to speak. Needless to say, I wasn’t looking for anything serious.
But one Wednesday night, while out dancing salsa at this hip new club, I found myself repeatedly drifting back toward a cute Guatemalan guy who could really move. What’s more, when we sat down to have some Cuba Libres (rum and coke, but with lime – totally awesome), I saw he was really interested, and interesting. Well, at least I think he was interesting; my Spanish isn’t so good.
He went to the bathroom at one point, and some girl I had met earlier came up and said something about staying away from the “casa gringa.” I’m not sure what that had to do with anything, but at any rate I told her I already had a place to stay, so no worries.
Anyway, all night he whispered so many sweet things in my ear, like “te quiero chimar,” which I think means “you are a beautiful flower,” and I ended up going home with him for the greatest thirteen seconds of my life.
It quickly developed into something deep and exotically wonderful. I can’t believe it has only been eight days! We have already gone to the lake; at the hotel in San Pedro, he had a special room reserved for us and the owner even knew his name. It was soooo romantic!
We’ve walked in the park, talked about everything (well, almost everything… still working on the Spanish) and gone out for dinner at all the best places in Xela. He has such a bad memory, though; always forgets his wallet! Also, he has this cute little pet name for me, “culito,” that makes my heart skip a beat every time I hear it.
I want to spend every minute with him, but most nights he has to go home because he gets terrible migraines. They must be really bad, too, because he never picks up his phone if I call. Poor thing. All in all, I feel so lucky to be with him. When I tell people, they usually just nod and smile; it’s like they don’t even know what to say.