DR Part 4 -Resort Gigolos
My first night at The Coconut Palms resort I was already meeting lots of people. One woman named L, a very young looking grandmother visiting with her grandson and his friend, told me she came to the resort often. I took this as a good sign. Then, she told her stories…
One of her stories, being a divorcee, was that she had had an affair with a man 30 years her junior. She had been carrying on this was for four years and it was only when she decided to end things that she saw the glimmer of love in his eyes. (Her words, not mine.) I would soon learn that a woman traveling alone in the Dominican Republic is pretty much wearing a sign saying she’s come for a bit of local action.
I also met the owner of the resort and spent some time drinking with him. (Creating new drinks, in fact, to add to the bar meniu.) He and the bartender, one Super Nick, told me to beware the activities guys. I kept this in mind.
I soon met W, one of the aforementioned activities guys and the flirting began instantaneously. He informed me the resort would have a night of dancing and that he expected me to attend. He went so far as to say he would come to my room and find me if I wasn’t there. I decided to go, but tried to sit in the shadows, not quite prepared for the Meringue. Needless to say, I was dancing by the end of night. W. spun me around and around and I had my first Meringue, barefoot in the dining room of the resort.
But there was still the other activity guy to contend with, one M. I have to admit…he presented more difficulty. Tall and dark with a killer smile and light eyes, his attention was a bit intoxicating. But I kept my head and identified he was feeding me lines. How could I not?…“Dominicans make the best boyfriends,” and so forth…
On Tuesday night the resort had a bonfire on the beach, with dancing and drinking and usual beach fun. The sky was an impossible dreamscape of stars and I spent much of my time, especially during power outages (which are really common here) staring up at stars upon stars upon galaxies. Away from the smoke and flames, inside the beach restaurant, I had no shortage of willing dance partners and was, in fact, fending them off with a stick. It was such a shame too…my pick of fantastic guys: this one tall and handsome, that one a great dancer and quite fit, this one sweet and charming with sparkling eyes…it took a bit of willpower not to become better acquainted…but I know the story of young men from poor countries looking for papers or a sugar momma…L’s story was warning enough.
But, in the end…I decided I could use this to my advantage, why not have fun!?! Enjoy free Spanish lessons from the cutie-pies on offer, bask in a little bit of personal attention (like when W. ran to skim the pool because I mentioned it had some debris in it), dance and dance and dance with men who would be unattainable back home. I have to say…it wasn’t exactly painful.
Tags: Dominican Republic
LizG
Haha, go Big Pimpin’! Aww yeah.