Sad story
Hi everyone,
I have been reading many posts and finally decided to start this one telling my story... hoping it will make me feel better.
My first trip to Dominican Republic was in December 2001, with my brother and my father. We went there to spend Christmas holidays. I was going through some delicate times, and was visiting a psicologist. The trip went really well. I was not planning meeting any guys or getting together, but as it happens I ended up with one of the dancers from the hotel. Well in fact first I was with his friend, and through his friend I met him, dancing in one of those dancing competitions in the hotel. I took it as a joke, thinking nothing serious, but I found myself really liking this dancer. I absolutely love dancing. And it was a mixture of him being really good looking, dancing well, the way he talked...
Anyway, I came back home, and two months later I was back in the same hotel, my father and I. I didn?t know what to expect... but the trip went really well. I was with the guy again, but even better I made excellent friends with the rest of the dancers. After two trips, I got really close with everyone there. I wan all the dancing competitions in the hotel, and always had people to dance with.
And I went back home, although I had a job in Brussels and moved there. By that time I had really fallen for this guy and the country. I was absolutely in love with everything there. I started phoning the guy, and we had long conversation, sometimes over an hour, it felt great talking to him, and to the rest of the dancers, hearing all the stories of one getting married, the other meeting some nice girl, I really felt as if I was part of them.
From the beginning it was clear that it was me really making the effort to keep in touch with them. They would never phone, it was only me phoning. Not even on my birthday he phoned or sent an e-mail. But the problem was living on my own, I felt quite lonely, in the mean time my best friend got married, and even though I knew I was not acting correctly I kept phoning... I think to the point where he was starting to get a bit fed up with me...
And there was a third trip, in May. I was really excited about it, really looking forward to it, I had talked to them many times telling them when I was going... and the trip wasn?t as expected... from the beginning he told me he was in love with a girl who worked in the hotel, and later I found out he was snogging one of the guests in the hotel. We had a big argument, he nearly lost his job. But at the end, we kind of ended as friends.
And I went back to Brussels. Even though the trip had been disappointing, I was still convinced I wanted to go and live there. And I started looking for a job, and finally got an excellent non-paid internship. I was really excited about the opportunity to be able to live in Santo Domingo. I checked this forum every day looking for places to live. I was back in touch with all my dominican friends, who also offered me a place in their house, I had already planned to see them and how we were going to meet. I lost a lot of weight, trying to look good for when I was there. Everything was planned, but just 2 weeks before going, when I had my tickets bought, things got really nasty at home, my father?s business was going bankrupt and somehow I found myself in the middle of all his problems... I had a nervous breakdown (don?t know the technical words for it), had to start taking medication and I could not go.
The weeks after were terrible. I was sad, angry... it was hard. I kind of gave up the idea of the internship. I started working for a bank at home, trying to make new friends here, settleling here. Everything was going a bit better. For Christmas we went to the Dominican Republic, but to a different area, again many men came to flirt with us, most of them only looking to shag with you, I was a bit disappointed because none of them were friendly or nice as I remember my other friends.
I did not enjoy work in the bank, and currently I am looking for a job in hotels. I still have the hope to be able to live and work in the Dominican Republic at some point... My father suggested making a trip this May, probably to the same place we went last May. I phoned my friends, and to my surprise they told me the dancer I had been with, is now married with an american girl, and they are both living in the Dominican Republic, and he is no longer in the hotel. I must admit it has been hard hearing that. Things seem to change and move so fast over there, compared to here.
Anyway.... so that is my story... sad, silly, I suppose usual in some way... still I have nice memories, I still hope I can go and enjoy life there, their way of life....
Hi everyone,
I have been reading many posts and finally decided to start this one telling my story... hoping it will make me feel better.
My first trip to Dominican Republic was in December 2001, with my brother and my father. We went there to spend Christmas holidays. I was going through some delicate times, and was visiting a psicologist. The trip went really well. I was not planning meeting any guys or getting together, but as it happens I ended up with one of the dancers from the hotel. Well in fact first I was with his friend, and through his friend I met him, dancing in one of those dancing competitions in the hotel. I took it as a joke, thinking nothing serious, but I found myself really liking this dancer. I absolutely love dancing. And it was a mixture of him being really good looking, dancing well, the way he talked...
Anyway, I came back home, and two months later I was back in the same hotel, my father and I. I didn?t know what to expect... but the trip went really well. I was with the guy again, but even better I made excellent friends with the rest of the dancers. After two trips, I got really close with everyone there. I wan all the dancing competitions in the hotel, and always had people to dance with.
And I went back home, although I had a job in Brussels and moved there. By that time I had really fallen for this guy and the country. I was absolutely in love with everything there. I started phoning the guy, and we had long conversation, sometimes over an hour, it felt great talking to him, and to the rest of the dancers, hearing all the stories of one getting married, the other meeting some nice girl, I really felt as if I was part of them.
From the beginning it was clear that it was me really making the effort to keep in touch with them. They would never phone, it was only me phoning. Not even on my birthday he phoned or sent an e-mail. But the problem was living on my own, I felt quite lonely, in the mean time my best friend got married, and even though I knew I was not acting correctly I kept phoning... I think to the point where he was starting to get a bit fed up with me...
And there was a third trip, in May. I was really excited about it, really looking forward to it, I had talked to them many times telling them when I was going... and the trip wasn?t as expected... from the beginning he told me he was in love with a girl who worked in the hotel, and later I found out he was snogging one of the guests in the hotel. We had a big argument, he nearly lost his job. But at the end, we kind of ended as friends.
And I went back to Brussels. Even though the trip had been disappointing, I was still convinced I wanted to go and live there. And I started looking for a job, and finally got an excellent non-paid internship. I was really excited about the opportunity to be able to live in Santo Domingo. I checked this forum every day looking for places to live. I was back in touch with all my dominican friends, who also offered me a place in their house, I had already planned to see them and how we were going to meet. I lost a lot of weight, trying to look good for when I was there. Everything was planned, but just 2 weeks before going, when I had my tickets bought, things got really nasty at home, my father?s business was going bankrupt and somehow I found myself in the middle of all his problems... I had a nervous breakdown (don?t know the technical words for it), had to start taking medication and I could not go.
The weeks after were terrible. I was sad, angry... it was hard. I kind of gave up the idea of the internship. I started working for a bank at home, trying to make new friends here, settleling here. Everything was going a bit better. For Christmas we went to the Dominican Republic, but to a different area, again many men came to flirt with us, most of them only looking to shag with you, I was a bit disappointed because none of them were friendly or nice as I remember my other friends.
I did not enjoy work in the bank, and currently I am looking for a job in hotels. I still have the hope to be able to live and work in the Dominican Republic at some point... My father suggested making a trip this May, probably to the same place we went last May. I phoned my friends, and to my surprise they told me the dancer I had been with, is now married with an american girl, and they are both living in the Dominican Republic, and he is no longer in the hotel. I must admit it has been hard hearing that. Things seem to change and move so fast over there, compared to here.
Anyway.... so that is my story... sad, silly, I suppose usual in some way... still I have nice memories, I still hope I can go and enjoy life there, their way of life....