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As you can see, The Texan thought it was still safe, at the end of the evening, I knew otherwise.
We’d arranged on meeting in trendy Palermo, I said he could choose where we could go…
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.
After exchanging a few messages on the website, he suggested moving over to email, it would be easier than logging into POF all the time. I was starting a draft email from my regular account when I stopped dead in my typing tracks. The poor thing was having a rough go and a queasy stomach to make matters worse. He wasn’t supposed to come back until the weekend and it was Tuesday… Nevertheless, I couldn’t really make him suffer so I helped him come back putting my hypothetical romance on hold…
though time was ticking, if I was going to have a little it would need to get going, so the day my brother flew home the following week I was back on track…
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.
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.
Lastly throughout our dinner at just an average bar/café he asked me if I was chatting with anyone else (to which I responded no as I wasn’t chatting with the POF guy, not a lie)…
and then his phone was buzzing with whatsapp notifications all night!
His grammar and spelling were often shaky, he did say something about his parents being from Argentina but that he was raised in the US and was a proud Texan. All things considered, I still wanted to meet him and was truly hoping the date would go well. In Argentina it wasn’t Friday the 13th which brought bad luck, it was Tuesday.
There were other things that were a bit off such as him starting to “miss me” already even though we hadn’t even met, him being a bit demanding when I hadn’t replied fast enough to one of his messages and the fact that we wanted a lot of children (that wouldn’t be happening with me! Had this cultural superstition put a bad omen on our evening?
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.