Yes, I vaguely remember the unpleasant memory of being stalked during high school by that creepy weird Arab guy, who had some tiresome old joke stuck in his head, something about how my name, Candi, sounds like candy, the confectioner's product, which in Spanish translates to dulce, which was somehow reconstructed to sound like Dulcinea, for which reason in the halls of high school he would serenade me with the song "Dulcinea" from the movie, "Man of La Mancha," and this began shortly after our class was taken on a field trip to see that movie at the nearby cinema, and this onslaught continued occasionally for maybe two years, accompanied by a gushing speech about how he wants to be my Latin lover, which I try to laugh off as a ridiculous joke. Why does he not get the joke that he is being a colossal nuisance? Once or twice of that nonsense was enough, but two years later is getting ridiculous.
More recently I noticed some old movie about a silly white girl who finds her Latin lover while on a cruise to South America, the title of which I forget at the moment. So this whole thing is actually sort of insulting.
