So I've been reading most of the threads dealing with Dominican men/women and how you deal with them. I think your advice is awesome, the men really give the low down, I always like an honest opinion. The women give nurturing advice.
I've seen in recent threads that you sound a little frustrated with the same topic. I personally think people like to vent, and are confused and they need reassurance in some way. I guess that's why I'm writing.
I have a similar story
the guy I talked with lived in NY and I live 4 hours away from him. I should have picked up the signs the first night we met; we ended up kissing on the side of the bar. So much passion.
Background: I was in a long-term relationship that ended a year ago. For the most part I've been having fun experiencing things. For a minute I thought I will just be like one of the guys. But after a while I couldn't; I have this nurturing thing that I can't get rid of. When my b*oty call called and sounded sad I wanted to go bring him chicken soup. So I decided that I was not going to hook up and try to strive for something a little more. In comes Dominico.
He whispered in my ear that we wanted to pour wine on my chest. I thought dam that sounds too sexy, I've done that before with my-x. I told him to back off. He continued to pursue. We had a good talk about what he wanted and what i wanted. We agreed to communicate. For a month we talk and text what seemed like every other day. He made me laugh with all of his dominican slang, i only spoke with him in spanish i'm latina as well. We saw each other before christmas and we had a great time dancing. He did something strange though he kinda sprayed my chest with spit, it was the weirdest thing. He was the first latino i've ever talked with an the only thing going through my mind was is this some type of custom that i've never heard about. I didn't know what to do so I told to lick it back. I have to admit the S**t was hot. He called for christmas, I didn't answer the phone because my mom was pressing me about marriage, and wanting to find if i was talking with anyone. we saw each other before new years, I met him at the same club because i didn't know my way around the city. We ended up going to a hotel and it was great, we came together the first time. and had another time. he talked about visiting me. he got sick the day he was to come up. he told me the night he was going to come and i have a pretty bad mouth if i don't get my way, he hung. Even so we continued talking but by this point it was going on to 1 month and a half. I can't wait to have it again. But he is so relaxed about it. So I start pestering about what he's doing. And I start going out on dates and telling him about it. He starts calling irratated. I finally decide to visit him and he does not answer my calls until i text him "K t lleve L Diablo" which i know was wrong but the only way i knew to get his attention was to b**ched him out. he responded what something i could understand. and that was pretty much it. we talked a few times after that but it was not the same. OBVIOUSLY. I just wished he gave me an explanation. I begged for it and his response was " no fue me entension" what the h*ll does that mean. So now 2 and half months without any action and I'm heading to NY this weekend. But you know how you want something but for some reason it never works out....
I've seen in recent threads that you sound a little frustrated with the same topic. I personally think people like to vent, and are confused and they need reassurance in some way. I guess that's why I'm writing.
I have a similar story
the guy I talked with lived in NY and I live 4 hours away from him. I should have picked up the signs the first night we met; we ended up kissing on the side of the bar. So much passion. Background: I was in a long-term relationship that ended a year ago. For the most part I've been having fun experiencing things. For a minute I thought I will just be like one of the guys. But after a while I couldn't; I have this nurturing thing that I can't get rid of. When my b*oty call called and sounded sad I wanted to go bring him chicken soup. So I decided that I was not going to hook up and try to strive for something a little more. In comes Dominico.
He whispered in my ear that we wanted to pour wine on my chest. I thought dam that sounds too sexy, I've done that before with my-x. I told him to back off. He continued to pursue. We had a good talk about what he wanted and what i wanted. We agreed to communicate. For a month we talk and text what seemed like every other day. He made me laugh with all of his dominican slang, i only spoke with him in spanish i'm latina as well. We saw each other before christmas and we had a great time dancing. He did something strange though he kinda sprayed my chest with spit, it was the weirdest thing. He was the first latino i've ever talked with an the only thing going through my mind was is this some type of custom that i've never heard about. I didn't know what to do so I told to lick it back. I have to admit the S**t was hot. He called for christmas, I didn't answer the phone because my mom was pressing me about marriage, and wanting to find if i was talking with anyone. we saw each other before new years, I met him at the same club because i didn't know my way around the city. We ended up going to a hotel and it was great, we came together the first time. and had another time. he talked about visiting me. he got sick the day he was to come up. he told me the night he was going to come and i have a pretty bad mouth if i don't get my way, he hung. Even so we continued talking but by this point it was going on to 1 month and a half. I can't wait to have it again. But he is so relaxed about it. So I start pestering about what he's doing. And I start going out on dates and telling him about it. He starts calling irratated. I finally decide to visit him and he does not answer my calls until i text him "K t lleve L Diablo" which i know was wrong but the only way i knew to get his attention was to b**ched him out. he responded what something i could understand. and that was pretty much it. we talked a few times after that but it was not the same. OBVIOUSLY. I just wished he gave me an explanation. I begged for it and his response was " no fue me entension" what the h*ll does that mean. So now 2 and half months without any action and I'm heading to NY this weekend. But you know how you want something but for some reason it never works out....
