Last night I was sitting at a little restaurant having some tacos. A cute mexican girl sat at the table across from me and ordered food. We catch each others eyes. I say hello, she asks if I’m here with a friend. I say no. She motions that she might join me. I invite her over and she moves to my table. This should be fun, I love meeting new mexican girls. Things go south very quickly.
We do the standard greetings – who are you, where are you from, mucho gusto, etc. I’m having a beer, she only has food.
“I’d like a beer.”
Ok…..
Are you going to buy me a drink?
No.
Why not?
I just met you.
You should buy me a drink.
No thanks.
She looks dumbfounded and becomes agitated very quickly. I of course see what’s going on right away. She begins eating her tacos and is an absolute slob. Salsa and taco fillings are flying everywhere and her body motions are very erratic.
She says, “Do you not have any money?”
I have money.
You should buy me a beer. It’s nice for a guy to buy drinks for a girl.
I don’t want to.
The waiter is standing near by and can tell this isn’t going to go well for me. She is speaking extremely fast and is obviously not interested in becoming friends – my spanish is improving, but I was having a very difficult time understanding her. I had to have her repeat everything a couple times.
“Come to my house.”
No thanks.
She continued eating, very sloppily, reaching across the table for chips, being very graceless and rude. The waiter came over to check on things. She ordered a beer and told the waiter I was paying for it – but I understood – the waiter looked at me and I shook my head slightly, we were in silent agreement. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.
He brought over a beer for her and she started drinking while cramming more chips into her face. It was a pity because she was actually quite cute, about my age, and if she was at all friendly or hospitable I would have offered a drink.
I said, “I’m only going to pay for my drink and food.”
She slams her hands down, “Eres codo!”
What’s codo? I don’t understand.
“You, you’re codo! Eres idioto!”
I still didn’t know what codo meant, but I got the message, hah. Her head began sulking as she realized she wasn’t getting a free meal out of me and she was going to have to pay for the beer she ordered.
“Where do you live, I want to come to your house.”
Normally I would ponder for a moment, but in this case the response was easy. “No!” as I shook my head laughing a bit. “I’m tired. I have to work in the morning.” etc.
She mutterer something under her breathe and began splashing her soup around with the spoon.
The table was a mess, she was steaming, I was ready to go. I mouthed for the waiter to bring my bill and motioned to my beer and plate. He asked if I wanted to move tables and stay for another beer – it was happy hour and the second beer would have been half off! I declined and handed him some money as she sulked.
“Well, have a good night. Bye!”
She didn’t lift her head or say a word. I got up and left. As I walked out I looked back at the waiter, we were both laughing.
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Codo means cheap. Hah.
(Including an Acerbis 6 gallon tank that I was able to finally find!).
