Not to thread hijack but I had a situation a few years back I never quite understood. Maybe you guys that have spent a few years in the DR could explain it all to me.
I traveled solo to Cabarete to kitesurf... age 26. I befriended another kitesurfer who lived locally, a fellow Italian (a former special forces motherfucker you wouldnt want to mess with). We become good friends, as Italians always do, and one night go out, drink some beers and I meet a Haitian girl, a solid 9. Shes a little bit too forward... but shes also strangely awkward and shy. I'm a seasoned traveler, who's never (nor will ever) pay for sex, but I've been in many environments where this type of thing was done. Something sounded an alarm in my head and I start to feel uncomfortable. Anyway, my friend drank one too many and peaced out... and now I'm alone.
So back to the girl. I'm genuinely attracted to her as shes quite the beauty, and while I suspect shes a hooker, its clear she has no idea what shes doing and if she is, this could very well be her first rodeo. Shes giving me these strange vibes and how we should leave together but through the back door. I tell her I don't pay for sex and she says thats fine thats not what shes here for. I'm a few beers in but still fairly sober... and I start to notice the eyes of several men inside the bar staring at me (we're on beachchairs in the sand). I get weirded the fuck out, walk into the bar past several dudes that could murder me in an instant, hop on a moto and get the fuck out. I have the driver drop me off a few miles away downtown, hop another moto and go back to my hotel. I spent the rest of the night thinking about her and what could of been... but I feel I did the right thing.
So what was all of that? Dominican guys forcing haitian women into prostitution or what? Or me being a drama queen and my imagination running wild.
I traveled solo to Cabarete to kitesurf... age 26. I befriended another kitesurfer who lived locally, a fellow Italian (a former special forces motherfucker you wouldnt want to mess with). We become good friends, as Italians always do, and one night go out, drink some beers and I meet a Haitian girl, a solid 9. Shes a little bit too forward... but shes also strangely awkward and shy. I'm a seasoned traveler, who's never (nor will ever) pay for sex, but I've been in many environments where this type of thing was done. Something sounded an alarm in my head and I start to feel uncomfortable. Anyway, my friend drank one too many and peaced out... and now I'm alone.
So back to the girl. I'm genuinely attracted to her as shes quite the beauty, and while I suspect shes a hooker, its clear she has no idea what shes doing and if she is, this could very well be her first rodeo. Shes giving me these strange vibes and how we should leave together but through the back door. I tell her I don't pay for sex and she says thats fine thats not what shes here for. I'm a few beers in but still fairly sober... and I start to notice the eyes of several men inside the bar staring at me (we're on beachchairs in the sand). I get weirded the fuck out, walk into the bar past several dudes that could murder me in an instant, hop on a moto and get the fuck out. I have the driver drop me off a few miles away downtown, hop another moto and go back to my hotel. I spent the rest of the night thinking about her and what could of been... but I feel I did the right thing.
So what was all of that? Dominican guys forcing haitian women into prostitution or what? Or me being a drama queen and my imagination running wild.
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