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Lost in the desert…

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desertXSmallI have been exiled in a nondating desert for the past several months now. Ever since my return from Italy, when I started writing a book and now my blog, it’s as if the love gods have decided do away with all distractions and keep me focussed.  I haven’t gone this long without at least some sort of male attention since the fifth grade when I stayed home from school for a week because of chicken pox.  It’s as if the gods are testing me.

Oh they tease me alright,  and they tempt me, and sometimes I even think they’re mocking me.  How do I know this?  Well I just spent a week in the most macho of cities, Buenos Aires, and not once did any man even try to hit on me – and this in a city famous for its Latin love connections.  It’s not that I am a wallflower or some sort of shrinking violet. On the contrary, I am a shameless flirt.  But nothing – nada, niente, not even a nibble – forget about any proposals – indecent or otherwise.

And so I continue to wander and write.

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One response to “Lost in the desert…”

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    jantango

    I have to give credit to one agency Tango Taxi Dancers (in business two years in BsAs) for setting out the terms of their contract very clearly about the services. A woman hires a partner for the night, and they dance. That’s all.

    I have heard about teachers who give private lessons waiving their fee if the woman is interested in sex. I doubt there are Argentine men who offer a class to foreign women with sex as payment.

    If a local man dances with a foreign woman at a milonga, he knows whether or not she is interested in something else. If there is mutual interest, there isn’t any need to throw in a free dance lesson.

    You were accompanied to the milongas, so the opportunities didn’t happen. Your escorts were under strict orders to behave themselves. Next time you have to stay a few weeks, and you’ll be invited for coffee. It wouldn’t hurt to learn Spanish in the meantime.

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