Amazing but I just realized the other day that most of the men in my life are Gay. Maybe it is not so amazing but that is the way it is. They come from all over, the USA, Spain, Philippines, and of course Argentina.When I decided to broaden my life beyond tango a year ago or so it was a rather large adjustment. I had spent most of my Buenos Aires life in the milonga. My life was tango. Dancing, music, clothes. In the words of a milonguera I saw the other night in Gricel after a year or so "It's always the same people, the same thing. No one ever changes. They just get older." She is mostly dancing rock and roll now. Me? Otra cosa mariposa.
Buenos Aires has lots of culture. That is what makes it so difficult to leave here. Lots of great film, theater, music. I discovered jazz clubs that also sometimes play blues. Theater that doesn't break the bank and movies from all over the world.
The issue became who to go with. Female friends who all would say they like theater, film, and other music never had time to go. Always enthusiastic to go with me - but then there was Gricel, El Beso, and other places. They were afraid to miss a milonga as much as they complained about it. Tango is an addiction. Maybe there should be a 12 step program to help overcome it.
Where did that leave me? Friends visiting from whereever were always curious that there was something else to do in Buenos Aires. Another friend who vehemently defended her independence ("No man will ever change my life." she insisted.) until she met a guy and then she no longer had time for anything except work and her guy.
That is when I found myself back with the boys. They love culture, music, theater, dance. Most love good conversation, are well traveled, and interesting. That and they don't say stupid things like "Quiero robar un beso" and grab you 10 minutes after they meet you.
Don't get me wrong, I love men, I just hate being treated like Barbie - a blond with an empty plastic head. Besides that most men here are so one dimensional - football, asado, cerveza. If you try to have an intellectual conversation with them they can't deal with it. One guy I had a date with tried to impress me by saying he read Socrates every night before bed. How fucking boring is that? I bet he's lots of fun in bed.
Yes I realize I am not your average girl. Especially for here. I read in both languages. I love technology and business. I travel alone. I live alone. (OK with a mad dog and a crazy cat.) Plus I would rather have a good life than worry about if Mr. Right will walz (or vals) into my life. As one of my Argentine friends said to me "They don't know what to do with you." Those Bay Area roots run deep.
With my first few friends we went on restaurant runs. Then shopping. Not normal shopping but to the restaurant supply district, or Chinatown. The search for the bizarre. Suddenly I acquired a group of guys who love film, music, and dance. It is my San Francisco life all over again only without the dread of having to work at Macys.