Love Trips: A Collection of Relationship Stumbles
Love Trips is like Sex and the City only with less sex and Catholic guilt. From being ghosted to psychic readings to an ex with the big C, my love life is chock full of surprises, laughs and relatable tales of love and loss in the Big Apple. Enjoy the Latina Carrie Bradshaw’s relationship stumbles today.
Reviews from Amazon
“The beauty of this story comes from the raw emotion and profound growing moments that Sujeiry openly offers the readers- love gone wrong isn’t pretty, it isn’t comfortable, or easy to go through, but nonetheless, Sujeiry leaves the window shades up so we can see it.” – Vicky Barrios
“You read through the book as if you’re having a conversation with a person you’ve known for years. The author, Sujeiry Gonzalez, becomes your good friend! You find yourself feeling anxious to read about Sujeiry next love interest. Where is the relationship going with so and so? Oh no! What’s going to happen now that he is reaching out again?! Sujeiry honest and vivid descriptions and analogies make her story very easy to relate to and causes you to quite literally feel her pain.” – Jenny Bautista
“Sujeiry brings you in from the first page, to both laugh and cry in her realistic portrayal of dating in the new millennium. From relationship “oh-oh’s” to hopeful romantic “theories,” this is a must read for any woman: single, taken and confused. Real, funny and inspiring, Sujeiry is the kind of woman we want as a friend to offer both a sympathetic shoulder and a rum and coke!” – Ana Lydia Monaco
Love Trips is like Sex and the City only with less sex and Catholic guilt. From being ghosted to psychic readings to an ex with the big C, my love life is chock full of surprises, laughs and relatable tales of love and loss in the Big Apple.
My good friend Ricky used to call me a prude. The sound of his mocking laugh haunted me for days after I told him I hadn’t had sex in 10 months.
“Next time,” I began, “I want to be in a committed relationship.”
He rolled his eyes and began to preach about all the fun I was missing. Much like a television Evangelist, Ricky hoped to bring me to the other side. He wished to lure me into the promiscuous world he respected, loved, and lived. He desired to rid me of my Catholic guilt so I could go buckwild.
Mami, on the other hand, is Ricky’s opposite. ‘Prude’ is a blessed word in her limited English vocabulary. And though she simply ground her teeth when I told her I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I know she secretly wished I had waited until marriage. If Mami knew the exact number of men I’ve slept with, she would think I was a bonafide slut. Mami would cry out in shame while making the sign of the cross. She’d blame herself and wonder where she went wrong as a mother. Through sobs, she would recite one of her infamous euphemisms, “Yo no te crie así!”
You’d think I was a prostitute.