Whew. Picking up from where I left off almost a month ago is taxing on the brain, don't really remember things as clearly anymore so maybe I'll just blurt out parts that stood out to, here goes...
New Cuban dancer friend is not so slick when asking for things - he needs to brush up on his not so subtle hinting. He out rightly began asking for things like perfume, make up, clothing etc and then asks me to go up to the bartender and ask for a big bottle of beer - Jorge of course either out of anger that another Cuban was trying to take advantage of what HE was trying to take advantage (if that makes sense) put a stop to that immediately by telling new dancer friend to basically eff off.
New dancer friend appears to no longer be a friend after that incident (note: he kept his distance from then on)
Seriously noted lots of staring and whispering going on as the week went on, but whatever, chin up I suppose because I know what they're saying and even though I have no clue what I doing - I would still like to think that I am not a complete ding-dong and at least know there's no such thing as true love in Cuba. Come on now, I am suspicious of feelings and true intentions even when I am in Canada - trust issues to the max over here.
I think it's actually better that during the day there is no such thing as acknowledging each other as if we haven't just spent the night sleeping together. Surprisingly easy when it's kind of understood that we are two different people when the sun is up.
I have begun revisiting the thought that I had when I heard that dancers sleep with people for money. Basically I was like ew but then I realized...aren't I doing the same thing by leaving a "tip" for Jorge whenever I leave Cuba. The realization dawned that I essentially just paid for a male prostitute. OH. MY. GOD. The shit that happens in Cuba...pre-Cuba me would NOT be impressed with post-Cuba me.
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