Way before my trip , most of my lovely Portland fellows who had been to BsAs had told me same thing over and over: If Argentine guys invite you to have breakfast or cafe alone, which means they want to take you home……
Therefore, I went to BsAs with my mind and brain so prepared to say No when that happens……
Before I talk about my breakfast/cafe invitation experience, one thing i want to throw it out and make it very clear, I am seriously not bragging about it and whoever gets invitation should never feel special or grow your ego!! To me, this is more of experiencing a different culture than anything else….
The first invitation I got was very sudden, someone I never danced or someone I never even noticed. He just walked to me and asked to go to cafe in spanish, and obviously the only reason I understood his spanish was because he used the word cafe! I quickly shaked my head, said :”No, and No espanio!” He said something else afterwards and I kept cool and shaking my head and he walked away. It happened very suddently and ended quickly too, i wasn’t annoyed or bothered, just laughed that it did happen the way all my friends had told me! ; )
What I really wanted to share in this blog is my very long-lasting 2nd invitation!! This guy had kept trying to invite me out for breakfast, the first couple time he used same cafe word so I understood it and responded No very politely! Although he kept saying bunch of things in spanish which I understood nothing other than I knew he was being persistent and trying to convince me! Mid-way through my stay there, I had danced with him for many times now every time we met in milongas, he always invited me to dance a tanda or two, he always still talked to me in spanish, always still trying to ask me out, but it always ended with me walking back to my table and walked out of milonga with my fellow friends and taxied home! One day, I was standing against the bar at canning by myself enjoying watching the floor, he came by and started talking to me again, he kept go on and on, while he was talking, i started saying:” si, si… as if i am saying hm, yeah, yeah in English while someone is talking!”, I had no clue what I had brought myself into, all I remembered was I saw a flashing smile in his face and he happily walked back to his table. In the end of the night, he walked to my table, and sat there waiting for me to finish putting my stuff to my purse. And that’s when I realized I might have accepted his “breakfast”-sort of invitation while i went si, si si…. to whatever he was saying……And that made me very nervous and also a bit of shamed of myself for what I did to myself. A friend of mine who went to this milonga with me that night came back to the table to collect her stuff, and I was so happy to see her so I invited her to join the breakfast. (I did also learn before i left for the trip, if you go to a breakfast or cafe with friend, then normally it will be ok because you can just leave with your friend) She looked at me with a bit of surprise on her face, and responded she wouldn’t be able to because he had to pack for her upcoming trip!! She walked away to say good bye to other friends, and I left alone again with him at the table. For a moment, i was a bit stressed out and worried , my brain probably run 400 rpm/min trying to figure out how I can get ride of him without being rude. I started to walk towards outside of the Milonga , hugged people I know there said good-bye along the way, meantime he was following me a bit. I turned around and looked at him, shaking my head really hard and hoping he would understand, and then I left the place with my friend. Thanks to god, he didn’t follow me all the way out, otherwise I would really be in a bad position to get rid of him!! I walked with my friend a bit, and then I took taxi home!!
You thought after this this guy would probably be very mad at me and not bother to either say hi or dance with me again right? But couple nights later we met again and guess what he said this time. He said two words that I completely understood without doubt and believe me I was shocked and a bit “Touched” (Not in that way but in a different way). “My house” is what he said. Something more straight-forward than cafe or breakfast I guess, but at that moment, instead of feeling being bothered or annoyed, I actually felt he was being very cute!!!! In a way he reminded me of myself, when I want to get something, I try hard and persistant to work on it until I get it!!
I showed my wedding ring to him and told him I am married. He gave me this look of this meant nothing and after a while, he finally gave up and walked away………
From then on, he didn’t say hi or dance with me anymore, which of course I didn’t say hi or intend to dance with him either!
I am pretty sure any girls who goes to BsAs has stories about breakfast/cafe experience. Not everyone will write about it or talk about it because it is so personal. I wrote it like I said in the beginning really not to brag about it or laugh at those guys who did it, but really to me these kind of experience together with everything else I experience in BsAs together made my trip a complete story and an unforgetful trip!!!