But I am not new to the RD. I just have not visited there for the past 12 years. I suppose that my 5 year marriage to a Dominican woman from Santiago sort of turned me off for a while. The ex was not very bright, but she thought she was a genius. She had a way of saying really stupid things in such an ironic way as to sound like she was just kidding.
When we met, she said she'd go out with me if she could find a babysitter. So when she showed up at were we agreed to meet, I said "I see you found a babysitter" and she said, "no, la amarr? a la cama con cadena" (No, I tied her to the bed with a chain). I figured she was kidding, no one would chain a little girl to a bed.
She was, of course, insanely jealous. Once she saw me watching the magnificent buns of a girl crossing the street. This somehow merited her calling me a "maric?n". It did no good to point out that if I were gay, I'd be looking at MEN's butts.
Then there was the dedication to numerology. She sincerely believed that by adding all the letters in a name, you could determine where and when to buy a winning Lotto ticket. When her system failed, she always claimed that she forgot to add a different word. Then I told her that the official Spanish alphabet had 30 letters (the 26 English has, plus ch, ll, rr and ?), it got her all upset and she accused me of lying to her by not informing her of this.
Weird. With American women, you at least know what you are fighting about. With my ex, the fights were always ended up over nonsense, like why didn't you ask me to iron that shirt, but now there is no time.
Anyway, all that is behind me. I read the article by cavebiker about his ride along the border. Fascinating.
I am planning to revisit Barahona and to visit Constanza for the first time.
When we met, she said she'd go out with me if she could find a babysitter. So when she showed up at were we agreed to meet, I said "I see you found a babysitter" and she said, "no, la amarr? a la cama con cadena" (No, I tied her to the bed with a chain). I figured she was kidding, no one would chain a little girl to a bed.
She was, of course, insanely jealous. Once she saw me watching the magnificent buns of a girl crossing the street. This somehow merited her calling me a "maric?n". It did no good to point out that if I were gay, I'd be looking at MEN's butts.
Then there was the dedication to numerology. She sincerely believed that by adding all the letters in a name, you could determine where and when to buy a winning Lotto ticket. When her system failed, she always claimed that she forgot to add a different word. Then I told her that the official Spanish alphabet had 30 letters (the 26 English has, plus ch, ll, rr and ?), it got her all upset and she accused me of lying to her by not informing her of this.
Weird. With American women, you at least know what you are fighting about. With my ex, the fights were always ended up over nonsense, like why didn't you ask me to iron that shirt, but now there is no time.
Anyway, all that is behind me. I read the article by cavebiker about his ride along the border. Fascinating.
I am planning to revisit Barahona and to visit Constanza for the first time.
