Argentine and dating
skipping out on an expat meetup to have a long awaited date with the Texan.
By this time, over the course of our back and forths, I knew that he couldn’t be really 100% Texan.
I thought I would then on the road to cruising for a cute local true… I’d been a member in Paris for ages, but hadn’t really done anything with them in years, I could surely find a few expats or locals to be my friend via their site so I posted a friendly shout out on their forum seeing if anyone would like to hang out with me… Poking around on his profile, I noticed he was from Texas and Argentina.
Could a little cross-cultural background be the right mix?
Mr POF, who later got nicknamed Pepe, was actually Peruvian, not Argentine.
I’d been dreaming of Peru since I was a teenager, it was top of my list of fantasy travel destinations.
Then I received a message from yet another photographer. Back on whatsapp, the Texan had replied to my message rather quickly, yet, instead of just a amicable hello and suggestion for a day to meet for coffee, he starts a “get-to-know-you” dialogue.
Were all these “photographers” on these sites just looking for “models” for sketchy snapshots? This wasn’t what I’d been expecting, however, he hooked me in with some flattery and what I took to be Texan charm.
There was something which drew me to this particular profile over the others so I hit reply. “ Texted my brother, miserable and all alone down in Patagonia.
As my brother was staying with me at the beginning of my stay, I couldn’t really do any serious searching for a little Latin lover.
We went out a few times, but any potential candidates most certainly would have thought he was my boyfriend, so I did my best to slip in “” whenever I spoke to any cute waiters, hotel staff or friendly chatters in a crowd. until he left, or at least I could get the ball rolling when he went down to Patagonia.