It’s winter, right? So, I do not care if I stick out like a sore thumb amongst all these beautiful Argentinean women, but I am going to wear spandex under sweatpants, with my 5 layers, NorthFace, and sunglasses (to keep the cold from blazing into my eyes). However, I do not understand what the deal is with the men here in Argentina (South America as a whole, really), but they continue to call out to young ladies, such as myself, in the winter time. They literally do not have filters sometimes. What kills me, meaning what makes me internally laugh my butt off, is that I can look like a complete bum and guys will still say I am “beautiful,” “skinny,” “pretty,” and “that only the most beautiful women come from Mendoza,” as I am walking about 1267 miles per hour, with headphones listening to Michael Buble, to the park to go for my daily workout. But, it is not because this is actually the case with me. It is just that they say these things to almost EVERY single young lady that passes by. I have gotten used to putting a ring on my left ring finger as I am walking around—the ring sometimes keeps the guys from saying stuff. I think they’re afraid of my potential husband chasing them down and beating them up. I’ve seen it happen here.
K bye.
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