Many Dominican men have no shame in hitting on any woman they see. Not meet, see. They yell to you from across the street, driving by, sitting in the on the back of a moto in the delivery basket-legs awkwardly splaying out like stray hairs on a teenage boy’s chin.
I just wanted to buy some fruit. But the simple act of going out in public is an invitation for come-ons. And so as i’m standing there just trying to by some bananas, some random guy, also buying bananas, says to me,
“If I had as girl beautiful like you- I wouldn’t let her work, I wouldn’t ever let her out on the street by herself.”
And the wildest part is he says it like that was a good thing.
Wandering Joy 