Why I Moved to Puerto Rico
In 1956 I quit my job, put everything I owned in my car and went to Miami, where I stored the car and flew to Puerto Rico.
Well, I'd heard that conditions were good for starting a small business and thought I could do well by opening a bilingual sign-painting shop. Furthermore, I've always been enamored of things Latin American, and had hoped to one day live in a Spanish-speaking country.
The second night there I decided to look for a local night club where I might meet someone for dancing. I found such a place and noticed three young ladies in a booth on the other side of the room.
While trying to decide which one I should ask for a dance, the decision was made for me when one walked over and sat down at my table.
"So where you from?" she asked, giving me a quizzical look. I told her, and she continued with,
"So what you doing here?" When I told her what I had in mind she asked, "So why you come to this night club? You're looking for a woman — right?"
"Well," I replied, "I did hope to meet somebody to dance with.
"OK," she said, "let's dance." So we did. And Marta turned out to be a very good dancer.
After the dance, Marta said we should leave and go to my place.
"My place?" I asked.
"Your hotel, your room. Wherever you're staying."
Well, I certainly wasn't expecting this, but I said, "Uh, OK."'
Once inside the room, Marta sat on the bed and tested the firmness of the mattress by bouncing on it a few times.
Then she smiled and said we should get undressed and go to bed.
I was more than a little unnerved by the rapidity with which events were unfolding. But before I could say anything, Marta had removed her clothes and gotten between the sheets.
So I did the same.
I had assumed there would be some kind of foreplay, but Marta grabbed me and pulled me on top of her. Well, I don't want to be too graphic, but suffice it to say it was a very wild ride. Then we took a shower and went to sleep.
I don't know how long we slept, but I remember being awakened by her crawling on top of me and saying, "Wake up — time to do it again."
"Again? Well, OK," I thought, "then I'll call a cab and send her home."
However, in the heat of passion, it was easy to put off thoughts of sending her home.
The next time I woke up, Marta was sitting in a chair looking at me. She smiled and said, "I'm hungry. How 'bout you?"
"Yeah," I said, "I guess so," still not completely awake.
"OK," she said, "there's a café a few doors down the street. Tell them you want two orders of arroz con pollo, calle."
"Calle? Calle means street."
"You think I don't know that? It also means you take the food with you."
"Oh, you mean to go."
"Right — calle — and some café con leche."
"Uh, why don't we go together and eat at the restaurant?"
"Because I don't got nothing to wear. Now hurry up. I'm hungry."
"OK," I said. "Calle?"
When I returned Marta smiled and said, "Let's eat. Then we go back to bed."
"Back to bed? Well, I have things to do — places to go."
"What — you don't like having sex with me? What you gonna do when you get married and your wife wants sex every day?"
Well, this left me momentarily speechless. However, I was finally able to point out that I had come to Puerto Rico to look into business possibilities.
"You got plenty of time for that. Right now you stay here with me."
When I tried to argue the point, she said, "Hey — you're with me! And if I see you look at another woman, I kill you." For emphasis she removed a stiletto from her purse and held it in front of my face.
That was enough for me. Later that night, while Marta was sleeping, I sneaked out and never looked back. I also decided it might be better to start a business back in Southern California — which I did. (But that's a whole other story.)