I'm too sexy for my nationality

Had I known how busy this new job would be - and most importantly that it would cut into blogging time - I never would never have taken it.

We have been doing a lot of work on the house this summer, both outside and inside. Recently, we hired a handyman to build us a large bookcase so we could better organize our office/spare bedroom.

He was a nice enough guy, and really liked to talk. The estimate, which should have taken 30 minutes, took an hour and a half.

On Saturday he came over to install the finished project. We carried it upstairs (the finished product is 8' tall by 8' wide) and he started installing it against the wall. Therese was downstairs cooking enchiladas.

The gentleman, who is Mexican, smelled the chili sauce and asked "what is your wife making? Chili?"
And I said "Actually, enchiladas."
"How does she know how to make real enchiladas?" he asked "You folks are too white."

So I informed him that Therese is actually half Hispanic, on her mothers side. But what he heard was that I am half Hispanic, not Therese.

He proceeded to tell me that I am too handsome to be Mexican, and that I must be lying. Most Mexicans, he explained, are ugly.

I reiterated that it was Therese, not me, who is half, but that I appreciated the compliment.

We have a date on Friday.