A harmless message or a warning?

I've been thinking. What is the whole point of me keeping a blog about this experience? Other than, as previously mentioned, as a momentum of days passed.

Does my blog warn others to stay far far away from this game of "let's see how far I dare to go"? Or is it a story that will allow those who are searching for a teensy tiny thread of reassurance that some good will come out of a situation like this?

I understand the feeling of grasping at straws, believe me. As another blogger had mentioned (her link is in my very first post), I recall desperately trying to find a real reason to return to Cuba other than another vacation. I tried to find volunteer positions, teaching opportunities and other avenues that would allow for a foreigner to stay in Cuba. Obviously, I found none that were immediate nor close in proximity to where I specifically wanted to be. *on an unrelated note: I wish I was this determined when it comes to other things in my life*

I would like to hope that regardless of whether this will become a lesson or a blessing, that you will find some humour in a situation that I will never truly be able to explain to those in my life.

I don't think, even though I am guilty of doing this, that there is single site on the internet that will give you the right answer in whether you should get involved with a Cuban or not. I see a lot of women posting and questioning whether their Cuban is telling the truth, or if they should believe them, or trying to justify their Cuban lover's behaviour. Just because someone on the internet says so, doesn't mean you should do so (whether they are optimistic or pessimistic). It's really up to you and your gut feeling. I think we would all like to feel like we're smarter and more cunning than we really are. That we're capable of building this invisible emotional wall and scoff that things like; getting tricked into marriage and than left with all the bills, would never happen to them personally. It can, has, and will continue to happen.

I can (hopefully) talk the talk, but can I walk the walk?

I just got another email, and the answer is there. They say curiosity killed the cat, I think spending more time with him will eventually reveal the result.