A day in the DR life of the Sage

[The Sage]

I rarely do trip reports, but MisterNYC wanted details of what happened after he left. I got through the first day and a half and it read pretty good. Thought your guys might like to read an alternate take on single vacation travel to the DR.

You leave and I go to POP to pick up the wife. She complains that I really don't want to see her because I've been sooo busy this trip. The baby is with the father until Saturday and she wants to hang out. Being without a running buddy I decide to be nice. I promise her she can stay for the next 3 nights. We head to Ary's place on the beach for beers. One hour later Tampa walks up saying he told be he was headed down. He's staying for 8 days. There go my plans with the wife.

We all go to Classicos Wed evening. The waiter leads me to "the booth". Chino is thrilled to see the wife because he thinks she's cute and he teases me unmercifully about how much better she is than Joanna. We stay until closing. Tampa goes home alone. We go back to the apartment for a night of good rest and great sex in the morning.

Thursday - Tampa convinces me to dump the wife and do a night on the town. I tell her I rarely see my amigo and want to hang out. She agrees. I give her 1,100 to go shopping and she's thrilled.

After she leaves I contact K thinking I'll go to POP to hit that before clubbing with Tampa. Suddenly I'm overcome with the desire for a happy hour. K agrees to bring a friend. Before I can head to POP Tampa calls me. Feeling selfish I ask does he want to come to POP provided he takes one of the girls. He agrees. We meet K at Aguaceros. She brings a friend named Yeimy who is the best example of flacacontetasconculo I have seen in some time. I take her, Tampa takes K and it's off to the Cabana. Yeimy puts her back into it twice over. She's not distracted from the task at hand even when K is calling saying she has to be at school at 4:00. Shit Yeimy and I go at it another 30 minutes after K first calls. She hung in there for as long as it took me to get mine. Quite a trooper. Highly recommended with a great and I mean great body.

After we get back to Sosua we head over to Passions for beers. Peter has got a Denise (my ex) look alike with this fabulous ass, great small tits and a beautiful smooth stomach. It’s her first day on the job. I do what I've never done before and pay for an onsite massage with Monica. Very good time indeed and money well spent. On the way back to the hotel I see an amiga who agrees to hook up later on. She is to call me at 11:00.

Tampa and I head to Classicos at 10:00. I catch sight of Jennifer, Yuni's friend, and the hotel crew drinking at a floor table. Jennifer gives me a big hung. After our previous night together and lunch on the beach she is now my best friend. She sits on my lap, embraces me, I have no doubt who I'm leaving with tonight. There's just one problem. She is fucked up. Those chicks had a Corona bottle full of Tequila. They had been drinking all night. I down a couple of shots and sit there with Jennifer draped all over me. Okay its 12:00 am, lights come on it’s time to go. Jennifer and I walk out together. I sneak away for 3 minutes to make one last call to my amiga who had neglected to call. No answer. Suddenly the black guy who was once a used car salesman in the states jumps off a moto announcing an after hour party. He hands me an AI type bracelet. I go looking for Tampa who is nowhere to be found. Jennifer spots me and now I have a drunk girlfriend again. We jump in the truck and follow a moto carrying to chicks to the party. The place turns out to be the apartment complex C and her little sister lived in when we met them. The road that was a lake when we where there has been resurfaced. The complex itself is beautiful. There is a huge pool with a bridge that leads to a bar in the center. The black guy who is sponsoring the set claims to be managing the place now. He says he has apartments for $30 a night. Next time I’m in town I will take a closer look at the place in the day. It’s a bit off the beaten track, but if the rooms look as good as the common areas $30 would be a bargain.

Everyone is crowding around the bar and being registered and given wrist bands. When this was finished the bar opened. I’m thinking a after hours club in the DR who would have ever thought it necessary. There are about 40 people there most of them women. Jennifer and I are milling about. There's a soft rain. As often happens with drunks Jennifer is visited with an intense need to take a leak. She starts asking the women around us where the bano is. One takes offense to being questioned. Wants to know why Jennifer is talking to her since she hasn't in the past. I spend the next 10 minutes trying to stop a fight from breaking out. Finally Yubi and one of Jennifer's other partners show up and help calm things down. Able teases me the next day saying the rumor is two women were fighting over me. I explain to him that I'm just not that special. After taking Jennifer to the bano I bring my drunk friend back to the bar where she promptly takes a seat on one of the short wooden pylons that served as secondary seating and proceeds to get sick. Me, Yubi, and another friend take care of her for the next 30 minutes. Finally I decide it's time for her to go home. She has stopped throwing up, but looks like she feels like shit. I tell her we're going home to sleep and I will not be in need of her services. She asks why not and I'm simply look at her chuckle and give her a big hug. I get her back to the apartment clean her up and put her in the bed. We sleep like babies. In the morning I'm tempted, the girl has such a fine body, yet keep a grip on my resolve. I get her out of the bed about 11:00 and give her a ribbing about being an alcoholic. She claims she is not. I make a bet with her that she will not be sober the next time I see her. She says she will. I don't see her for two days. Saturday night she calls me a 12:00 am to tell me she is in SDQ and will not be returning to Sosua until November. Basically she has left to clean her act up. I've had a lot of interesting experiences in the DR, but this is the first time I've helped a chica go into rehab. There is rarely a dull day in Sosua.

Okay that’s if for now I’m tired. I don't know how you guys do this. This shit is hard work.

[continentalmike]

Good reading.. keep it up!

[whynotme]

Good reading.. keep it up!

what he said.

[Mister NYC]

The Sage: Thanks for sharing my man! If I can do it, anyone can. I hate work like this, but at the end it's all fun as it captures all the good times with the bad, if any.

On a side note, I'd like to finally bang Yubi and the new friend. I guess we get our share of the new ones.

[Bug Boy]

Sage,

Would it be too much to ask for a few pics to accentuate your fine written report?

Also this 30 hotel are you able to provide more info as to its location and perhaps a #?

[Freak In Black]

This story is the reason I know I have yet to fully experience Sosua. So many stories...so different. With me it's the beach, Lou's Bar, Europa, Classico, Passions and all over again. All 5 trips.

[gdogg]

Great job, Sage. Fortunately for me (and unfortunate for others), I know how this man rolls! I can imagine his action without seeing pics.

[The Sage]

CORRECTION. I knew this shit was reading too good. The section below is actually part of Friday's action. My over stimulated just barely off of vacation brain got the time frames screwed up. Because of the early bar closing the days were shorter by about three hours. You didn't have that dead time between 9:00 and 12:30. Barely had time to visit the Casino after dinner. Basically dinner at 8:00, the Casino at 9:00, and Classico at 10:30. At midnight you were back to the crib. On those nights before the after hours spot I'd get home about 12:15 have a couple of drinks with my companion and then fall asleep. One memoriable night Joanna, more on her later, and I got drunk off about a half bottlle of 8 anos Bacardi and OJ. Joanna wants to go out to the pool at Club Residential, where I was staying, and have sex. I wasn't that drunk, but I did agree to go out on the balcony naked. We never got around to doing the do. All we accomplished was a lot of drunken laughter. Problem was my apartmnent overlooked the pool and was within earshot of the entrance. Our commotion on the balcony led to a knock on the door my both the guards. After that we simply passed on drunk. In the morning Joanna claims complete innocence saying she never ever would have asked to have sex in the pool. We got quite a laugh out of the entire experience.

All in all the curfew was not that bad. I'm glad I was there to experience it. Yes, the party ended early and on some nights that was a slight drag. However, since all of Sosua was now getting more sleep the days were energized. Chicas you never saw before 5:00 pm were now out at 1:00 or 2:00. Because of the limited time to hook up prices were somewhat lower than normal and for once you got a full TLN. You'd think with all the hours to sleep the girls would be trying to escape at 7:00 am, but the exact opposite was happening, from what I saw and heard they were staying until mid morning. I'd like to see a hour later closing time, 1:00 am Sun - Thurs and 3:00 am on Friday/Saturday. My gut feeling is things will go back to normal within the next month because the police/miliatary won't have the energy to inforce the regulation. Other than Politur most of those suckers seem to quit work as soon as the sun goes down.

In my next post I will insert Thursday nights events and layout Friday in more detail.

After she leaves I contact K thinking I'll go to POP to hit that before clubbing with Tampa. Suddenly I'm overcome with the desire for a happy hour. K agrees to bring a friend. Before I can head to POP Tampa calls me. Feeling selfish I ask does he want to come to POP provided he takes one of the girls. He agrees. We meet K at Aguaceros. She brings a friend named Yeimy who is the best example of flacacontetasconculo I have seen in some time. I take her, Tampa takes K and it's off to the Cabana. Yeimy puts her back into it twice over. She's not distracted from the task at hand even when K is calling saying she has to be at school at 4:00. Shit Yeimy and I go at it another 30 minutes after K first calls. She hung in there for as long as it took me to get mine. Quite a trooper. Highly recommended with a great and I mean great body.

[The Sage]

About photos. I will post pics I took at Passions and maybe the back view of a couple of my friends. My problem for quite some time has been that the women I spend time with almost always turn out to eventually be my amigas. It would be a violation of their trust if I posted their photos. Sorry fellows, but that's how it is. I will give you one tid bit though. The wife was once my avatar.

[Mister NYC]

The Sage: I had a feeling about that (about the avatar). Nice!

[The Sage]

Thursday amended:

After another great session of morning sex with the wife we get dressed and head to Rocky's with T. I'm dragging the laptop because I got emails to check. Nothing worse than getting back to work after a week off to be greeted by 300 emails. To avoid this I go in every other day to clean out as much as I can. We chill in Rocky's for a couple of hours. T jokingly asked the wife if she's okay with he and I going out without her tonight and she replys not problem. I note that she's alright with it because I had paid her off and we all get a big laugh out of this. T heads off back to his place and I take the wife to the carrita stand for her ride back to POP. We agree to hook up tomorrow night. She wants me to attend her promotion celebration for her english class Friday evening. I really don't want to go, but agree to show up late, take her to Aquaceros for a celebratory dinner then hit Magus. I really should be going because her attendance at the affair has cost me 1,000 pesos. We kiss and she's off.

T and I hook up about an hour later and have lunch at Susana's. There was a time where I ate almost exclusively at Morui Mai and places of that type. Now I look forward to my almost daily meal at Susana's. I only eat the abutalas,arroz blanco y pollo. In english this is beans, white rice, and chicken. The chicken is cooked boiled in a tomato based sauce. I absolutely love this shit and can eat it my whole trip with the addition of a couple of nights of the chicken breast sandwich at Baily's, at least one meal of the garlic shrimp from La Casitas in Cabarete, and the fraitas from Aquaceros in POP. We finish our meal and head to Passions (See O.P. for that adventure). After Passions we agree to head into POP to visit the casas.

We arrive at Crystals at 9:30. Two days earlier I had stopped by during the day and where what was once Long Beach was a massive pile of rubble and a lot of unhappy people. Now the entire area had been cleared out. We entered Crytals and the place was packed with chicas as it normally is at 11:30. Typically I can go in there sit at the bar and only one or two girls will approach me. To be honest that's just how I like it. Now I'm with my white buddy and we are mobbed. They are all over us to the point where I am keenly aware of my pockets. Out of all those chicks not one is worth taking. After a couple of over priced beers we escape and head to Bohen.

As we climb the uneven stairs I think back to all the times I've spent in this place. There was one time when the Swede and I would do 9 out of 10 nights of take out from here. I've met some absolutely great chicas in this place and had some great times. Six to seven of us use to hit the place in Jesus's or Danielo's cab and leave with six or seven chicas. 14 drunk passengers all headed back to the Palace. Those where the days. T and I walk in. I'm greeted by one of the veterans who has been there the entire four years of my experience with the place. There are about 10 girls there. We take a seat. All of a sudden they seem to start coming out of the wood work. There are now at least 20 and 4 or 5 of them are doable. We sit down order an grande and watch the passing parade. Vicki, Ani's little sister, comes up to say hello. I always have fun with her. We spent a few nights together about 3years ago. She claims I make her work too hard and has refused to go with me since. She tells me she has a freka for me who she thinks can give me a run for my money. She brings this 5'3" caramel honey over and sits her in front of me. The girl is cute. Looks barely over 18. Has a nice body, but I'm tripping off the hair. I despise extentions. I'm about ready to send her off and then I take a good look at her. This child is fine with a cute pixie face and a tight little body that won't quit. I look down at the feet and she has on a two inch high (I hate those 4-5 inch hooker heels) tie up sandle. Her feet and ankles were beautiful. You may have read elsewhere that I'm a foot man. Okay I'm sold. First though I got to talk to Ralphie the manager. He wants 1,200. I plead long time customer and he agrees to 800. That taken care of I start my negotiation. I ask how much. She says 4. I say 3,000 and she must stay until 11:00 am. She walks off and comes back 5 minutes later with a counter, 3,500 and 9:00 am. I say 3,000 and 11:00 am. She walks off and has a conversation with Vicki. She comes back and agrees to both my conditions. We go to the bar and pay. She heads off to get dressed and I start fantasizing. My buddy T is ribbing me about spending $115. Personally I don't care. I want this little freka. She carrying a seal of approval from some one I trust and I am in love with those feet and that body. She lingers downstairs in the room way too long. Finally she comes up looking great, but with a frown on her face. She stops at the bar and has a short conversation with Vicki. I go over to see if there is a problem. Yes, there is a very messy problem. She has come down on her period. I tell Ralphie. He gives me my money back. I tell the little one I'll see her next trip. I'm a little disappointed, I was looking forward to this, but now am $115 richer. As it turns out it was all for the better. The adventure with Jennifer (see O.P.) was priceless.

[The Sage]

Friday continued…….

T and I drop Jennifer off at the Cubana Hotels on the road between Pedro Clisante and the main highway. Many of the out of down chicas who work Classicos live here. I asked Jennifer earlier in the week why she doesn’t get an apartment or room with her friends. Her response was she can not get the money together for an apartment. She admits sharing an apartment with a friend was a good idea, but in the end just kinds of shrugs it off. My guess is the girls are just too transient and unstable for that sort of thing.

T and I grab a meal at Susana’s. I get my regular dish and as always it hits the spot. Afterwards we head back to our separate apartments and agree to hook up later that afternoon.

By now I’m suffering from a bad case of the hornies. I’ve not had a sexual release since yesterday’s morning session with the wife. Maintaining my resolve this morning with Jennifer just made things worse. I decide to give K in POP a call to see if she’s available. K is someone I met through an amiga. She is small, cute, with large soft brown eyes, a voluptuous petite bod, and an engagingly humorous personality. Courtesy of a relationship from the age 15 to 18 with a novio 30 years her senior she is also extremely sexual to the point of being more than a tiny bit perverted. She is now 18 ½. K agrees to meet me in POP. Feeling full of myself I call her back and tell her to set up a happy hour. I’m to meet her at 1:00 pm at Aguaceros.

Aguaceros is a restaurant on the Melecon immediately before the turn off to El Bohen. According to a friend of mine who spent weeks in POP it is the most consistently good restaurant in the city. I use it as a meeting place for POP based chicas. I typically arrive early and have the frijitas which are very good or the little hot wings backed by a grande. In my early days of going to POP to meet chicas I’d try to take directions to their location. Problem was I lacked sufficient Spanish and street signs were almost non-existent. As a result of the lack of signage instructions were liberally populated with local landmarks. After spending literally hours on more than one occasion trying without success to find some address I gave up. Now I drive to places I know and have them catch a moto to meet me. Other than Aguaceros I use Furgons which is a cervecia shortly after the Palacio Justicia and Oljivy’s car wash which is about a ½ mile down the street from El Bohen.

After closing the deal with K I’m feeling a bit guilty. I’ve just made plans without my buddy who I had agreed to meet later in the afternoon. I excluded him because he’s rather picky and I did not want him passing on the talent and placing a roadblock on my trip to the Cabana. I decide to invite him if he agrees sight unseen to take one of the girls. I assure him he’ll be satisfied. He agrees and I call K to let her know there will be two of us. Of course since I made all the arrangements I have right of first refusal.

While waiting on T to come out to the car I get a call. It’s C. MisterNYC and I met C and her younger sister in Classicos back in January. We had a no strings normal type stateside relation with them. I spent 3 days with C went home and have not called her since. She wants to see me. She knows and I know she is 5 months pregnant. I ask what we will do during this meeting. Her response, anything you want. Okay now I’ve just been propositioned by a very pregnant woman. There was a time where I would have found this exciting, however, this trip I got way too much going on for this type of indulgence. Still I agree to hook up with her at 4:30 for old time’s sake.

T and I make an uneventful ride to POP, grab a table outside the restaurant and order a grande and wings. Fifteen minutes later K walks up with a relatively tall thin long legged chica with breasts that are trying their best to escape from her bra. My choice is made then and there. Coincidently I had been craving just that sort of a body. My three regulars and Jennifer who I had spent most of the last 7 days with though tight of body are not heavy of breast.

Current state of affairs

Over the last couple of months I have been talking, from home, almost daily to three women. They are affectionately referred to as” la esposa” (the wife), “la jovenita” (the young one), and “la vieja” (the old one).

To be continued

[The Sage]

La Esposa

“the wife” defined – this term entered my vernacular as a reference to a tall flaca blanca with dirty blonde hair that I spent entirely too much time with over the course of three trips. Ella talked incessantly (in English). Said strange things after sex like “you like didn’t you” (I didn’t say her English was perfect). Was forever asking for money to go shopping (which I never gave her; okay maybe once or twice). Took things without permission and liberated small amounts of cash from my pockets when I was stupid enough to leave it there. I had no mental defense against this woman. She’d flash that crooked smile at me and my willpower would evaporate as fast as spittle on the sidewalks of Pedro Clisante during the first week of July. When ever she showed up at Classico the rest of my evening was destined to be spent with her. Finally she did something that broke the spell. She stole my lube. Yes, that’s right, she walked off with my fucking Astro Glide. From that ensued one of the more hilarious arguments I’ve ever participated in, standing in the Merengue Bar yelling at her for stealing my lube. Okay enough of that. Moving forward.

Since then the term has morphed to mean a woman who is among the first you call when you arrive and who you always have to talk to or see on the day you leave. She is the one you spend the most time with, hide your activities from, rarely if ever take calls from other women in her presence, introduce her to all your friends and anyone else you might have cause to introduce yourself to. You also know some member of her family and her family in general knows about you.

I met the current wife two years ago. Then she was an 18 year old living with her aunt and planning to escape (I was to eventually become her ticket out). We were introduced by a mutual friend. The first time I saw her she was the last of 4 chicas to climb into the SUV a friend of mine’s was renting. I looked back and had to make a double take. Though she was in bad need of a visit to the salon she was obviously very attractive. Our first session together lasted over two hours. On the sexual compatibility scale we are at 95%. Through all the rough times we’ve gone through sex has always been the tie that bound.

The wife is about 5’3”. She is petite with small high breasts, slim waist and shoulders and a great little behind. According to her the color of her skin is blanca. Upon first hearing this I responded that, no, she was amarillo. This elicited a mildly surprised look from her and then a belly laugh. She has an intelligent look that is mildly fox like. She possesses a high fwide forehead and her face tapers to a mild point at the bottom. Her jaws and chin protrude slightly forward. Her long thin nose tapers slightly upward at the end lending her face the fox like appearance. Her most prominent features are her large almond light brown eyes, toothy smile, and long delicate neck. Her hair is colored light brown and falls to her shoulders. She is actually prettier than I like to admit, but I wouldn’t want her to know that because her ego is already big enough.

After our first meeting we hooked up for some part of the next three trips. At the end of trip three I gave her an old phone I had and my state side number. This was November. By January she was asking for help to move out of her tia’s casa. By this time she had vaulted my defenses and landed squarely on my heart strings. No, I’ve never been in love with her. I simply like her a lot. She has that thing that some women have where they know just when to touch you or provide you with a sweet loving look. If she is into you, you are the center of her attention. Soon she would prove that she was quite capable of treating more than one man in that manner.

She explains that her job pays just 3,000 pesos a month and she has 2,000 pesos, but needs 4,000 more to move in. The rent will be 3,000 pesos a month and she would like my help. Alright I got a soft spot for this one and she’s asking for $150 up front and $90 a month. I explain that if I do this it would be the full extend of my financial contributions to her life. She agrees and I enter the world of monthly chica maintenance fees. This continues for two months.

On the next trip she’s acting just a little bit strange. She has all these things to do in POP and can’t seem to find the time to spend the night. I don’t try to press for a visit to her place because frankly I don’t want to spend the night in the barrio. This is a short trip so we limp through it.

Two weeks later I call and a guy answers the phone. I ask for her and he says she is not there. When I grill her about this she says it was a stupid brother of her amiga who had taken her phone in an attempt to get her attention. Real shaky story, but I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. A week later the same guy answers the phone. I attempt to have a conversation with him, however, my very limited Spanish makes this about as possible or as sensible as swimming off the coast of POP. What I do is have my local contact call and the truth is revealed. The fellow explains to my friend that he is her boyfriend. I later find out that he is living in the apartment I’m subsidizing. Can your spell pendajo? She and I trade emails and phone calls. At no point does she admit to anything. She simply lies through her teeth. I’m sweet on this one yet I have never stopped chasing tail while on the island. I understand she is young and I am not there, but some things are unacceptable. I stop paying rent, stop calling, and won’t pick up when she calls. Eventually she gets the message and stops sending emails asking me to take her back.

Remember that sexually compatibility thing? Within 2 months we’re fucking again and continued to do so, without payment of rent, through the next trip. Then she vanished without a trace. I later find out she is pregnant and do not see her again for approximately 9 months.

[jd_mine]

Great story and horribly familiar :-)

[Tonto4]

Thanks for the story Sage. These chicas are a trip!

[continentalmike]

good story! never finance anything when you're not there that doesn't benefit you!

[The Sage]

La Esposa – Cont.

Over the ensuing 9 months the party never stops. Trips come and trips go. Occasionally I ask a mutual friend about her whereabouts. I’m told she is living outside of STI with the father of the child and that she lost her job because they did not want an unmarried pregnant woman in the position, other than that nothing. About the 5th month of her disappearance she leaves a message on my state-side phone. It simply says “hello, how are you? I hope you are well” in a very small voice. She sounds very lonely. I carry this thought with me for way too long.

The friend I use for my limited source of information tells me I’m in enamarado and will take care of her and the baby if she ever finds her way back to POP. I know the first accusation to be false. I’m way too old and cynical to have love for anything more than small children and lately I’ve had difficulty even finding them to be cute and lovable. The second, knowing my weaknesses and where I come from, was a little bit closer to the truth than I wanted to admit at the time.

I was later to find out she returned to her family in POP in early January unwanted, unloved and 9 months pregnant. She had the baby in early February. By early March our mutual friend facilitated a call between us. Our conversations had always been difficult due to my limited Spanish and her (I would later come to find out) reluctance to speak much English. We’d speak at most 10 to 15 minutes before I became sufficiently frustrated to end the call. What did come through, by her failure to address her long absence, was that she was unapologetic. Damn I expected a “lo siento no te llamar” or “yo eras muy stupido”. What I got was smug attitude and a silently expressed conviction that I was to simply take her back with no questions asked and no apology expected. Pissed off I did not talk to her for three weeks. I then received an email where she spoke of her unhappiness and how difficult it was being a single mother without resources. We started communicating again and just as I feared I volunteered to help her with the baby and her life by providing 4,000 pesos a month until she could find a job. I know many of you are thinking I’m stupid which depending on your perspective just might be true. The way I see it I’m the father of two sons who I took everywhere with me from before they were able to walk. I’m also a man who was raised in a single parent household who has known and still knows too many single mothers. I truly understand the travails and frustrations of raising children on your own. Also I have a weakness and fondness for babies.

So here I am sending her cash and I’ve not even seen her. I come down as I’ve done now for 3 years to vacation during Samana Santa. I go to POP to the house of her sister where she is staying. I am prepared for the worst, but am pleasantly surprised though she is still carrying much more culo that she had before she is not much worse for wear. The baby was born naturally so she has escaped the trademark nasty Dominican cesarean scar. The breasts no longer stand at attention, but at least they don’t hang. All in all she’s come through the pregnancy pretty much unaffected. We spend two days together and the old sexual magic is alive and well. However, the distraction of having to find a sitter, the need to head home early for the baby, the fact that I have major trust issues with this woman, and the arrival of La Jovenita results in our spending limited time together. I basically abandon her about the third day of my stay and leave 6 days later without saying goodbye. When I talk to her after getting home she makes me feel like the heel I some time can be. Guilt has a way of forcing you to empathize. Forces you to address the fact you aren’t an innocent bystander. I decide to forgive her for her transgressions and start anew, however since contrary to what some of you my have concluded, I’m not stupid I vow to erect an emotional barrier to safe me from falling into the abyss.

To be honest even with our relatively long history together the current wife was running second, for the honor of holding the title this trip, to La Jovenita, until she miraculously developed the ability to speak English three weeks ago. We start that day’s conversation with me struggling with my bad Spanish and suddenly she starts speaking English. This goes on for 15 fucking minutes. I wanted to strangle her ass. Now that I could actually understand her we started to become closer. That and an uncharacteristic slip up by La Jovenita sealed the deal.

I know for certain my relationship with her will end badly. Either she will find another or I will. For now I trust her as far as I can throw her yet I thoroughly enjoy her company. I often suggest to her that she find some local guy to marry and that I don’t believe her when she says she cares about me (which I don’t). None-the-less one thing I know for certain is when she is gone I will always remember her fondly.


La Jovenita

La jovenita is a childhood friend of the famous Jamie. Jamie introduced us as payment for a regalo I had brought her and as an attempt to thwart my reconciliation with the present wife who she does not like. Over the time I’ve known her she has tried to hook me up with a number of chicas including her sister. The holy grail in her mind is a passport to the US and the life that comes with it. She views me as someone who could provide that for the holder of the winning ticket in the gringo lottery.

MisterNYC and I are kicking it at casa de Jamie waiting on the mysterious guest to arrive. Jamie has promised she is prettier than Joanna blanca who is always used as the basis of comparison when she and I are discussing chicas. I had a brief fling with this Joanna sometime back and yes she is fine. In walks this little flaca blanca. She projects a tough attitude is dressed in a non-descript blue blouse, some jeans, and these atrocious Jordan tennies. Her extensions are in desperate need of redoing. Other than that the child is cute very cute. She sits down and I can see in her demeanor that she has a secret she can’t wait to reveal. MisterNYC and I share a comment about her in English. It’s obvious from the look on her face she knows more English than the average chica. Then she opens her month and speaks. She is perfectly fluent with what I refer to as a Puerto Rican accent. That’s it. We’re out of here. Luckily MisterNYC was driving that day because if he wasn’t he would have had to cool his heels until I returned. I do something that is totally out of character for me, I spend some part of 4 of the next six days with La Jovenita who at that time I referred to as La Delincuneta (the delinquent).

LJ is a trash talking, smart, witty, impossibly shined penny with a soft center. Believe it or not every trip she is more beautiful than the last. She is so fuckin photogenic that your camera will thank you for allowing it to take her picture. We talk almost daily. She serves as my window onto the Dominican experience. A couple of weeks ago she warned me that she had to cut her hair due to some over processing at the salon. This trip I asked her to meet me at the beach once she arrived from STI. I’m sitting at Ary’s bar and she calls because she can’t locate me. I look around and there she is a few feet away. One thought forms in my head “I can not afford that”. The short hair cut I was warned about is Holy Berry like. The strands are about three inches long and they are lying in soft curls against her small skull and streaked with a bit of blonde. She is absolutely without a doubt beautiful. My own personal pint size super model. Her beauty is hard to describe. She has just the perfect little face, body, and gorgeous perky breasts. A fair description is to imagine that Holly Berry was perfectly down sized into a 5 ft tall 93lb package and you’ll have a pretty good idea of what she looks like. While the present wife’s beauty is vivacious and inviting (she is a horrible man magnet), LJ’s is just a little intimidating. You’re compelled to check your assets before you talk to her.

What I like about her is that she comes across as an American with a dominicana’s sensibilities. She obtained her fluency in English as a result of living in Fl from age 6 until 14. The only reason she is back in the DR is because she was forced to return after her dad got busted for doing “that dominican thing”. She arrived in the DR with no experience of life on the island. In that regard she is a true stranger in a strange land. It is a joy to hear her talk about it. Currently she’s toiling at a 9 to 5 and trying to live as a” normal person” (her words). Though I talk to her almost every day she has never asked for me to send her money. Where the wife is sometimes overly romantic I’ll be happy for LJ to lay her head on my shoulder while we’re watching a movie. I enjoy making love to her, but she loses points because she has a much longer recovery time than the wife.

The only complaint I have about her is she is very stubborn and prone to tantrums (19 year olds can be a handful). When she wants to see me she wants to see me. She just concludes the feeling is mutual and makes plans that she tells me about shortly before they happen. I could stop this shit short, but I find it hard to hurt her feelings. I have to constantly monitor my feelings for her. Despite my cynicism I could fall for this little person.

[continentalmike]

Sage,

Excellent stories about the 'dangers' of getting involved with Domenican women..

You are being very honest and open and I for one really appreciate it. I don't think at all that you are stupid, you just analys your feelings and don't lie to yourself.

I can see a lot of myself in these stories... isn't it fun to have these sweet young things hanging out with you..

[Count]

Truly excellent, thank you. Right up there with Weyland in openess, honesty, humanity, information, and ability to write. You and Weyland enable readers to picture themselves in your predicaments, yet always be on your side.

[Hemp]

Spectacular story telling...very open, honest and filled with the natural process of human emotions,
stop saying your stupid though...cause your not, your well aware of what your doing and feeling and in the end you always land on your feet.

i appreciate the raw honesty of this post.