The fact of the matter is that many of the members on DR1 are either married to, or in a serious relationship with, Dominicans. Some of us have been very lucky to find what some call a DDD [definitely different Dominican]. My own story could have turned out very, very different, because it began like so many of the tales here - I was introduced to him at a hotel where he worked [in a casino, still does in US] by one of the girls I went to DR with [she had been there before and was dating one of his friends. They didn't use the word sanky in 1975, but they were there even then]. When I got on the plane that day, I didn't even know where DR exactly was, I just wanted to escape NYC & lie in the sun.
Yes, I met a very serious and wonderful guy that day, but I was the exception. My friends were ALL sankified, caught up in the delight of being pursued by so many guys. Two of them moved there for a couple of years - when they were broke they came back to NY. One is happily married on Long Island, the other [never married] retired to Santo Domingo about 10-12 years ago.
So, sometimes, our motherly and fatherly instincts take over when we see someone we think is vulnerable posting about their new love in DR. Maybe we're jaded from seeing as much as we have. Maybe we overdo the advice, but we do it the way a parent tries to warn a child it's dangerous to play in the street. The sad truth is that for every story that turns out like mine [or like some others here on this forum] there are 1000 broken hearts and wallets. The even sadder truth is that like children who think their parents know nothing and have to learn things the hard way, the posters get their backs up when they don't like what they hear. It's human nature I guess.
We KNOW there are good, even great, Dominicans out there. We also know that most of those don't interact with foreigners. That's a fact. It's also a fact that there ARE exceptions, but they are few and far between.
AE