Dating women in spain
Spanish food is dee-licious, their Jamón Iberico, the fuet, the chorizo, the paella, the tortilla de patatas, they are all just heavenly devils in edible disguise. When you see your first Telenovela (soap opera), you can’t believe Spanish is a real language. After spending some time playing Duolingo, studying audiobooks and listening to countless Spanish songs (God, I wish I could get Solamente Tu out of my head) you discover Spanish actually isn’t that hard to learn.
After you’ve eaten everything on the table though, you’re mother in law will say the following line: “Un poquito más? Spanish food is delicious and my new family can’t stop feeding me. The grammatical structure of the language is, in fact, quite uncomplicated, and soon you will find yourself understanding more than just the “Dos cervezas, por favor.” and you start to enjoy learning a new language.
Mingle2 is full of hot Spain girls waiting to hear from you. I'm an outgoing, smart, somewhat quirky (not weird) single woman who lives and works between South Africa, Spain and England for 8 months a year and then plays for 4!
I don’t consider myself conservative, Cliches are cliches for a reason: they are usually true. When you’re dating a Spanish girl, you’ll learn really quickly.If you're a foreigner with a love of Latin ladies but you don't have a clue about how to get them to like you, read up!We've spoken to both expats and locals who have lived abroad about what makes Spanish women tick and how they're different from other ladies around the world.The first time me and my girlfriend were to meet, we agreed to meet in front of a bar (the three sisters) here in Groningen at 3 o’clock.
Back then, I was far from always on time, but when there’s a pretty lady involved I tend to leave the house on time a little more eagerly than when I need to go to class or to work. I’m not sure how or why it is so difficult to leave on time. Now, three years later I’m not sure what has happened.
Anyway, after having made myself pretty, I left the house, facing the Dutch winter cold and arrived in front of the aforementioned bar at exactly three o’clock. Going to a family gathering, where everyone should arrive at 10 am? I’ve tried it all: I moved the time of all the clocks in the house forward some fifteen minutes, I have lied by saying we would have to leave at 10, while in reality 10.45 would be fine too, all to no avail. Maybe I have accepted it or I don’t know, but now when we are to meet someone, we’re gonna be late. “Sorry we’re late, my girlfriend is Spanish.” Somehow they always understand.