Cuban ladies dating dating a woman 3 years older
She gave me her number and asked me to call her the next day. A sim card costs , and with the average monthly salary being , the home phone is the go to option.
I was pretty elated, not only did I score a phone number of a hot little salsa-ista, but I got to practice my Spanish over the next several days trying to call her house explaining to her mother that I am the romance her daughter.
They were eager to chat and to find out why were we in Cuba. He had been disinterested from the get go in the conversation, until he had seen that she had 6 fingers and wanted to help make a love connection for some reason. He explained to me, ************************************* I was going onto my third week in Cuba. I am inquisitive by nature, and like to figure out systems, but I couldn’t seem to crack the Cuba dating code.
The conversation quickly turned to her niece’s interest in me. What was acceptable and what was unacceptable in the courting process?
It is probably kind of like dating in the 1960’s except with the added allure of foreign languages, government oversight, and the reality of even if you can set up a date in the future, you must also figure out how to get to their house, and where you can go without the police asking why are you talking to this dirty dog?
**************** So in the end, was I able to crack the Cuban dating scene code?
An aunt, her niece (who had 6 fingers), and her gay cousin from Miami.
This will be a weird post, so I understand if you don’t wish to proceed, as it is a strange topic with an even stranger outcome that probably doesn’t affect more than 40% of readers of this blog.
Nonetheless, because my number one Google searched query for this site is Sex in Cuba, along with the connoisseurs of commercial sex that follow, I thought it fitting to throw in my two cents on dating in Cuba.
First and foremost, prostitution of both men and women is rampant in Cuba. My first hour there, as I sat at bar in Havana with a newly made Australian friend, a kind hearted local man sat with us while we drank our first mojito – he got us to buy him an overpriced one too of course. ” “Well – they weren’t bothering us, but we were with the guy we are waiting for right now – Mike.
As we sat, our new friend wanted to make sure we were treated well on his island, so he continually introduced us to all of his lady “friends”. They think he is Cuban.” The words had barely left his lips when a nearby set of Cuban police officers was on the scene.Tall with light colored eyes, they stood in stark contrast with the local atmosphere. It wasn’t a difficult sell once they took one look at Mike’s “shoes” – they were these new age ugly shoes with the each of the 5 toes wrapped up and seperated.