Date Night

The first night we were in BsAs we were at a bar. We approached some local girls, three to be exact, and after a little engaging conversation and some drinks, we number closed. Number closing is hard to do in Buenos Aires because the numbers are all long and confusing and start with different codes. We exchanged numbers and told them we should get together sometime soon. This Saturday we called them up and agreed to take them out to dinner.

First problem of the night: the girls call us up, and ask us how much money we want to spend. This is bad. Even worse, my friend's response is, "money is not an issue." Bad news bears. We're expecting to get absolutely fleeced by some girls who are then going to go out with their boyfriend and brag about how they just gipped some Americans for a fancy dinner.

Second problem: when we go to meet up with the 3 girls, there are three girls. But one is different. Mine isn't there. She has been subbed out for another girl. These girls have gone to the bullpen and brought in the lefty. Doesn't phase me one bit, I just pretend like the new girl was my date all along and start making broken spanish small talk.

Now something good: these girls make a horrible mistake, and instead of taking us to an insanely fancy dinner, they take us to a pizza and beer place. We're all immediately impressed with them. We order up pizzas, beers, and get to talking. Keep in mind that while we are talking with them these girls are furiously chainsmoking Lucky Strikes and Marlboro Reds. My amigo is smoking light cigarettes and this is commented on by the girls as being slightly feminine. These girls are twice the men we are. At this point I'm thinking about asking them what they think about the Patriots chances next year.

Anyways, dinner goes well, we're conversating in a mix of Spanish and English, learning a couple of new phrases (Chenena means "hey baby", but apparently in an extra seductive way). Once i find that out I say it to my girl about 6 times. She's mildly amused.

We're done dinner, and we've all had a great time. So now it's time for the next problem. My original girl, the one I had met Monday night, suddenly shows up. Apparently she just couldn't make dinner but she didn't want me to think she was blowing me off. It wasn't as weird as it sounds, if you can believe that.

It was a great time out. Our first Argentine date, apparently the best way to learn Spanish possible. The next morning we told our host mom that we'd hit it off so well we had made plans to be married. She shook her head, and in Spanish told us "I told you boys these Argentine girls move so fast... so fast"