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From his photo he did seem attractive, though it was hard to really tell because of the cap he was wearing.
It didn’t really matter if he was completely adorable or not if we were just going to be getting a coffee, right?
(Looking back over his messages to pick a few out for the post, I came across one where he’d already asked this.) Our conversation was fine but any sparkle that had been kindled over our whatsapping was quickly fading. The restaurant didn’t take credit cards (not so uncommon here)… He was a little embarrassed and I could tell he hadn’t done that on purpose, promising to pay next time. As we walked past the closing up ice cream shop, I knew this was the end of the Texan too. Not only was he quite cute, he took me to this fabulous hipster bar located in a private mansion.
Once we’d been sitting around for a while after finishing our salades, he suggested going for ice cream, then two minutes later said “oh maybe you don’t want an ice cream if you don’t want to get fat.” I didn’t even want an ice cream to begin with… For me anyway, he’s not a bad guy and I hope he finds someone who right for him (and those five kids he wants to have). It was a big intersection, across one direction there was a guy waiting looking at his phone. It was sort of hard to tell what he looked like from his profile. He got the drinks (my credit cards and cash stayed firmly in my wallet) and we sat outside, talking like normal people, not like we were auditioning for each other’s potential life partners.
I’d be avoiding using whatsapp since it always brings up unpleasant memories, but it wasn’t fair for me to discriminate against this useful means of communication because people use it inappropriately.
The right mix for a fun night, which got repeated a few other times.
However, the “best relationship prospects” the system dug up were hardly appetizing, luckily I had a few better fish in the “views” and little hi messages in English which I’d also received, that said, with these dismal results, I was about to move my pole into a different pond!
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.
After a quick google search on dating in Buenos Aires, I found a website which said that a certain “fishy” site was more greatly used here than others.
I did have a handful of friends who’d used it with success so I thought ?
skipping out on an expat meetup to have a long awaited date with the Texan.