Fast forward through the walk home, the foreplay, the clothes on the floor and the great sex to eight o’clock on Monday morning when you walk into what you thought was a very large lecture class of General Chemistry. Sitting across from you is the babe.

Growing up I have always been identified - and truthfully, often have identified myself - as Cuban. I am one half Cuban from my dad's side, and from that half I inherited my outward appearance: olive skin, almond-shaped eyes, thick eyebrows, "Latina curves," loads of leg hair. I am also one half Western European. Start in Germany and move west and I've got a drop of blood from practically all of those countries, the largest from Denmark. My "Latina look," however, put me in an Hispanic corner that I was not ashamed of but was also not 100 percent comfortable with.