A story from my lawyer friend from Missouri (1 of 2): Mexican date.

My one lawyer friend from Missouri met a short Mexican chemical engineer at a free salsa event downtown, and she's been on several dates with him.

He took her to a local major league soccer game, but since she was late, they didn't have time to bbq tacos outside, and they didn't sit in the fun fun section (the one filled with all the young hispanics and Poles who do nothing but stand and cheer the entire time), but rather a more sedate one, though still hispanic. Several times during the game he got really worked up and yelled in Spanish at the team, and once he took his shirt off, whirled it around his head, and then put it back on.

After the game ended, because they had come late and had parked in a shitty lot, it would have taken like 45 minutes to get on the road, so since they were both hungry, they took out the bbq and bbq'd tacos post-game, and everyone waiting in their cars kept looking at them.

And, when he was by her apartment once, he noticed that she didn't have the window around her air conditioner closed off well and a lot of hot air was getting in from outside, so he took some cardboard and duct tape and sealed it off.

"That is how Mexicans fix things!", he said.