Dating a spanish man
As for me, marriage was the last thing on my mind: I was still trying to get a second date. Eight months after arriving in Spain, I finally found myself on a second date—with a beautiful man, on a beach, under a full moon.After months of dabbling and learning through trial and error, I was slowly starting to come into my own, learning how to weigh cultural realities against my own values. The night was ripe for romance, by any cultural standards.I was thinking how the date could not be going any more smoothly, when he asked me the dreaded question: “I am really enjoying myself here with you tonight. ” I took a deep breath, then looked him in the eye and said in a clear, confident voice, “I’m enjoying myself as well.I would love to see you again.” Interesting approach.
While out with my new Spanish girlfriends at a local bar, it didn’t take long for me to notice Señor Guapo perched front and center with his friends. ” My friend Laura grasped my shoulder with as much force as her tiny frame would permit.
But what about the regular guy that has charisma, a sense of mystery and inner confidence? “Whoever the DJ is, he should be shot.” He confided in me as if I had known him for years. Somehow, my girlfriend being the flirt she was, already met and kissed Hugo’s friend that evening while withdrawing cash. Now, he came up to her and almost immediately they started making out as if they were in a room and not a street. Instead he was trying to understand why I never replied to his one message.