Him: You’re Cuban?
Him: Me too! How is it that a Cubana as gorgeous as you is single?
Him: I’ve always wanted to marry a Cubana. How old are you?
Me: 28 … and a 1/2.
Him: You’re perfect! Will you go out with me?
Him (interrupting): I like you’re hair. If I called you, would you answer?
Him (interrupting, again): You’re very pretty. Will you marry me?
Me: Aren’t you here with someone?
Him: Well, yeah… But she’s not Cuban and I just met my future wife.
What I should have said: I’m only 1/2 Cuban.