3. A cousin of mine went on a blind date with an Indian guy
From India, the country.
Well off, well educated, he seemed nice, until he opened his mouth.
He told her how attracted he was to her; that she didn't look Mexican at all. Then he proceeded to tell her how much he resented it when people thought he was a Mexican by his appearance.
My cousin who is blond, blue eyed, and can trace her ancestry in Mexico back over three hundred years, was furious and she let him have it with both barrels. That she was Mexican, that she was proud of it, and that he should feel honored to be confused with a Mexican.
Needless to say, there was no second date.
It is a good battle if at the end glory shimmers on a warrior’s shield thick with arrows. - Ode to a Prophet by Salvador Diaz Mirón - Mexican poet