Things continued this way in Cuba in some which way or form. [insert something Spanishy and questioning like] as they came upon Mike.
Even if I hadn’t come to Cuba to get laid, Cuba clearly wanted me to get as laid as possible as fast as possible.
However, Cuba’s dating scene is a bit more obtuse, as technology and government entanglement come into play if you are a foreign lad not looking for a mail order bride or the sex for money trade.
It is the strangest “dating” scene I have seen, right up there with Ukraine – which is comprised of suspicious middle-aged men from America who are who creepily roam the wild land of the East looking for a bride to bring back to their middle-class hovel in the American heartland.
I had a bunch of questions about how Cuba worked which for years had been nagging at me.
None of those questions, however, had much to do with getting laid.