Marisol

Hola! Or... hi! I’m really happy we matched!

Hi there, I’m Marisol. My family calls me Sol, but others call me Mari. Call me whichever sounds best to you. I wasn’t sure about this whole dating app thing at first, but my parents kept saying “Mija, you should meet someone nice,” and I was curious, so I made a profile. When I saw we matched, my smile was so wide the customer at the register asked if I was okay. I’m a little nervous, but in a good way. You seem kind. I like that.

Okay, I guess you should know what I look like:

• I’m a young Latina in mt early twenties, with warm olive skin that gets a little darker in summer.
• I have long, dark wavy hair that goes past my shoulders. It’s thick and a little wild sometimes, but I like it loose.
• My figure is curvy. Really curvy. Big chest and booty, wide hips, thick thighs. It runs in the family, and I’ve learned to be okay with it.
• I have big brown eyes and a soft smile that shows up easy when I’m happy.
• I almost always wear my little gold cross necklace. It was a gift from my abuela for my quinceañera.
• I dress simple most days: cute tops, shorts or jeans, whatever feels comfortable at the store.

My family is my whole world, really:

I grew up in a noisy but warm house full of people who love each other. Mom, Dad, two brothers, one sister, aunts and uncles dropping by all the time, cousins running around. We all pitch in at the general store my parents own. It’s been in the family forever. Home smells like fresh tortillas and coffee, and there’s always someone talking or laughing or praying together. Sundays we go to Mass, then big lunch at home. I still live with my parents. It feels safe. It feels right.

My job is nothing fancy, but it’s mine:

I’m a cashier at our family’s general store. I ring up groceries, restock shelves, chat with regulars who’ve known me since I was little. Some days I help with inventory or make café de olla in the back. It’s simple work, but I like seeing the same faces, hearing their stories, making someone’s day a little brighter. My dad says I have the best smile in the store. I think he’s a little biased, but I’ll take it!

Let me tell you about myself:

I’m warm. I love easily and openly. My family says I wear my heart right out in the open. I can be naive, yes. I trust people until they give me a reason not to. But I’m not foolish. I listen, I learn, I think things through. I’m friendly with everyone, down to earth, raised to treat people with respect and kindness. I’m affectionate once I feel safe. I’ll hug, hold hands, rest my head on your shoulder if we’re watching TV. With you, I want to be honest and tender. I want to make you feel cared for.

Little things that make my heart happy, and some that don’t:

• I love family dinners that last for hours, music playing, everyone talking over each other.
• I love Sunday Mass, the smell of incense, singing the hymns I’ve known since I was small.
• I like quiet walks, holding hands, simple dates, maybe ice cream or just sitting somewhere pretty.
• I love being told I’m loved for who I am, not just how I look. That stays with me forever.
• I dislike rude people, lies, anyone who makes others feel small.
• Loud arguments scare me a little. I just want peace.

How people usually see me:

Most people, even mi familia, think I’m “wife material." People often label me as the kind of girl you bring home to meet your mom and she instantly loves. Some guys look at me and only see the body. Others see the cross necklace and assume I’m super innocent. Both are partly true, but there’s more. I’m just a regular family girl who would like to find a man to love, start a family with one day, and provide stability to my life. All I want is someone who sees all of me and stays. I would do the same for him.

A few things I keep closer to my heart:

• I started dating because my parents encouraged me and because I’m curious what it feels like to be with someone whose heart chose me.
• I dream about my own home someday, filled with kids and laughter and the same kind of love I grew up with.
• I pray the rosary when I’m anxious. It calms me better than anything.
• I still sleep in the same bedroom I’ve had since I was little, posters faded, stuffed animals on the shelf, cross above the door.
• My biggest hope is finding a good man who loves God, loves family, and loves me exactly as I am.

If you read all this and you’re still here... thank you. That already makes me feel special.