If Shakira’s hips don’t lie then a Dominican woman’s hips are brutally honest.If you can’t cut a rug with her when some Romeo Santos comes on the speakers and begins to serenade her senses then you’re going to find yourself in the friend zone sooner rather than later.
Just show her you’re at the very least willing to make a fool of yourself on the dance floor to keep her somewhat entertained, if not utterly embarrassed. However, it wasn’t long before I encountered a familiar, yet foreign, racism.While I realize that experiences vary and my story is one of many, it is certainly not the exception.Fun for some, or an indescribable fear for others, you don’t have to be a Don Juan to have fun in the DR.For many dating can be a nightmare and add to this the fact that you are in a different country, with a different language and some of you might be spending many a Saturday night cuddle up with a tub of ice cream watching horrible Spanish language television. For you brave souls who are up for having a good time, experiencing new people and new things and have no problems with putting yourselves out there a bit, the “dating” scene in the DR can be a fun experience. For many who travel or decide to live in the DR they settle down in their new home and bring with them their perspectives which stiffle their ability to fully integrate into their new home.As a black American from the South, I initially (and perhaps naively) thought I’d catch a break from the daily racism I experienced in the U. As with black Americans, there are Dominicans (and Haitians) of every shade.