Dating a cuban american man
Dating a cuban american man - Date a futanaria
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.
She even complimented me on my “unique dancing style”.
I had heard of a wealthy Swiss guy taking a girl all over Cuba – but he had hired a car since taking the bus was out of the question. I hit up the Casa de Musica, to watch the Cubans do what they do best – dance – while watching gringos do what they do best – flail about hopelessly like wounded animals on the dance floor.
Cubans take one kind of bus, and tourists take another kind of bus. I had managed to make it through the night unscathed, thwarting off the girls dressed up asking if I wanted a “companera” when I met my first Cuban girl not working the bar for a customer for the night. She looked more Spanish, but one minute of dancing confirmed that she was in fact Cuban.
The girl’s mouth dropped as she brushed me away and ran inside. Less than 10 minutes later as we were hailing a cab, the once disgusted girl, now inside the bar, caught my eye before I left. My Australian friend, Mike and I sat at the only brewery in Havana, smoking cigars and taking in the Havana scene A Cuban family sat down next to us.
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.
**All names have been changed to been to protect the innocent, but since there are no innocent, they were just changed because I can’t remember.
Remember, how frustrating it was when you were a kid and you couldn't reach the cookies on the top shelf?
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?
Are the obstacles too much to overcome in pursuit of true love?