La Ciudad de Buenas Chicas en Argentina

Years ago when I lived in Buenos Aires, Argentina…

I left the building that I was staying at to walk on over to where I had a date set up.

A 10 minute walk straight and then a turn to the left on some busy avenue place that was near my building…

A little bit more walking until I came by this dark corner of Buenos Aires where I was supposed to meet this new chick.

She was an Argentine chick named Tami

I took her by the hand and led her over to a small bar I knew where we were going to get just a few drinks.

It was this Mexican restaurant place that also happened to give free shots of tequila if you ordered something that was like over 10 bucks I think.

So we sit down and order a handful of beers that then came with the two shots of tequila for both of us.

During the date, she was a bit weird and awkward from what I could tell…

Just her vibe all around seemed off.

But either way, she had what seemed like a great pair of tits and her face was really cute..

So I didn’t worry about her vibe all too much…

Then she asked a question “what are you looking for on Tinder?”

What thought crossed my mind initially?

“To bend you over and fuck your white ass while listening to you beg me to cum inside of you.”

But, hold on, this was the first date….

I can’t say that…

“Just to meet people and see what happens”

Then she responds…

“Good, because I ain’t like other women, I don’t sleep on the first date, I ain’t easy, etc, etc…”

And keep in mind, I didn’t even bring up sex but here she is going on a 5 minute monologue about how she is the most conservative and non-hoeish woman in the world.

Alright then…

And to her credit, she did come across as a woman who would be more difficult – but it had nothing to do with her monologue.

More to do with her vibe in general – she just seemed like a chick who doesn’t fuck around too easy…

Either way, the date ends at a later point and we part ways…

But that is how I met Tami – one of my more favorite hookup chicks in Argentina…

In Paraguay

I’m sitting down in a hotel in Asuncion, Paraguay and it’s almost my birthday in September…

I had to visit Paraguay for a tiny bit as you can read here before returning to Argentina.

Well, I’m in my hotel bed and Tami sends me a text..

We have a normal conversation before completely out of the blue she sends me a text that had nothing to do with the conversation we were having.

Whatever we were talking about was about whatever normal, non-sexual thing and there was no buildup to any sexual chemistry over the text…

But then she sends me a random text “do you like asses or tits more?”

Immediately, I knew where this was going and replied…

She then sends me a picture of her naked ass in a dark room with flash on with her pink panties around her knees…

“God damn, it looked great.”

And, to be fair, it was a little bit of a surprise to me that she turned the conversation so sexual so quickly without me provoking it.

Like I said, my initial impression was, based on her vibe, that nothing would happen between us.

But sometimes you read chicks wrong..

But either way, we plan out a fun night to celebrate my upcoming birthday…

Though I had a date with another chick named Cindy on the night of my birthday…

We settled for meeting up and spending the night at some cheap hotel the night or two after…

She had one of the best asses I saw in Buenos Aires in those days….

And she stripped down..

In some red lingerie…

Suffice to say, she definitely helped make my trip to Buenos Aires memorable…

Perhaps the city could have been renamed Buenos Aires to Buenas Chicas…

But despite the fun we had from time to time from sex to going out for a few drinks…

And in her case, she was always down to spend her half of the money on the dates which made her even more enjoyable…

She was, as I said before, a bit socially awkward or just weird in general.

Going to an Indian Restaurant

As said before, I was living in Palermo or some area nearby….

Anyway, we were set to meet up at some avenue about a 10 minute walk from where I was living at the time…

It was probably 10 or 11 PM at the time…

Which, by the way, is one thing I love about Buenos Aires.

Given that I often work until 4 to 6 AM at night with my online ventures to make money….

I love how so many things are open throughout the night….

At least in my experience, Buenos Aires is one of the best areas of Latin America for those night owls like myself.

Shit, honestly, it’s the best place I have seen in Latin America for folks who like to stay up late during the night.

And prefer to sleep throughout the morning.

Find me a better place, I dare you.

Actually, I do…

If you could find a better place for night owls down here…

Seriously, let me know…

Anyway…

From the avenue that we met at, we ended up walking towards this Indian restaurant that was about a 10 minute walk away from where we met at.

At the Indian Restaurant

So we ended up at an Indian restaurant in Buenos Aires…

Which is not typical of me bringing chicks to restaurants but Tami was one to pay for herself.

Which is something I strongly prefer because I hate paying for chicks.

Like, what, you ain’t a grown ass adult to pay for yourself?

The waiter, with his Argentine accent and being quite white looking, was not Indian obviously.

Anyway, I order a coca cola or some type of soft drink for the meal.

And with the meal as well for what I wanted.

Some chicken curry I ordered…

And Tami ordered a bottle of water….

And, in her best fake Indian accent…

While bobbling her head....

She says in her Indian accent “I would like the same as him please…”

Now, keep in mind that the waiter wasn’t Indian.

But god damn, that was cringe as shit.

The waiter even looked at me like I was at fault here…

Like “you motherfucker, you brought this bitch here to ruin my night.”

“Like, chill dude, I didn’t do shit” said my eyes…

To be fair, this probably wasn’t his first night of some annoying customer trying to imitate an Indian accent…

One, two, three or more drunk tourists from time to time would make that so….

Anyway….

The night went on…

And Tami is having a night of hers…

The conversation went all over the place.

From how she was trying to convince me with her iPhone that 9/11 was an inside job.

To how Asians have small dicks (don’t ask how we got this part of the conversation, I was a bit drunk by this point but she brought it up)…

To how her dad was a deadbeat who wasn’t around her in life until the last year that she is an adult and wants to be in her life now.

And keep in mind her dad was a doctor and basically didn’t want to be around until now..

By that point, the tears started coming out and she starts sobbing…

And I continued drinking my cocktail…

Or was it the 5^th one that night?

I forgot….

Either way, Tami needed to get something off her chest about her father…

Something that took up half the conversation and I didn’t provoke it…

And we ended up finishing our meal and headed back to her place….

Now, keep in mind, she spoke perfect English.

Even without an accent.

As she studied abroad in Kansas or Kentucky or whatever K sounding state up there…

So I understood whatever she said.

Along the way…

Some random black dude passed us at like midnight or whenever…

And keep in mind that you don’t see too many black dudes in Buenos Aires.

Like that was the only one I can think of seeing down there from my memory as of now.

Anyway, he passes us…

And then Tami asks me….

“Why does every black guy in America act like this…”

And she starts moving a certain way and starts yelling out the “n word” multiple times but without the censor obviously.

At this time, I look around like “shit, nobody heard that right?”

Granted, not everybody speaks English in Buenos Aires….

Thankfully, nobody was getting offended that day as I guess nobody heard her.

But we all know what she was referring to – hip hop shit and all that.

Either way, we ended up walking back to her place and got inside…

We spent a few hours inside her bedroom and that was that.

I probably left by around 3 AM more or less back to my place.

And that was a date that somehow stayed in my memory…

From 9/11 conspiracy theories from an Argentine chick to everything else.

Funny in hindsight and that was how the night rolled.

Either way, just another night in Latin America….

Where sometimes random shit happens….

Regardless, we often met up a few more times here and there for maybe two or three months in total.

She was a good drinker – I’ll give her that.

Which, mixed in with the hooking up, made her a more fun chick to hang out with.

 Anyway, that’s the story of someone I met for some time in Buenos Aires.

If you have any experience dating in Argentina, let me know in the comments below.

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Thanks.

Best regards,

Matt

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