Argentina No Goal

And there was yet another Argentinian. Again, to remind, my bet was that I would move to Argentina if they won the World Cup.  This did not happen, but these Argentinian guys were coming to my direction. It was interesting because it was a slight flirtation, interest, and then “Goodbye....” 
And again the same exact thing happens. I had seen this Argentinian hanging around with his group.(Another guy that was smothered by his group and couldn’t break free).  I observed him while he was speaking about some matters. It sounded like he worked for some great organization, which I would have loved to discuss with him.  There was pretty much no time to approach him as I was out all day and he was with his group.  By the time he noticed, me I was leaving. One day I was on my way out and he was on his way in-no real communication, but "the look."

My last day, I am in and out the kitchen cooking some food with the staff (Guests are not suppose to be in the kitchen, but we wanted to share some food together). Walking in and out of the kitchen, he is staring as I chase around the bunny. When I am in the kitchen, he comes in to throw out his water bottle and comments on how everything smells good. “You look like a good cook..”

Priscilla: "Thanks."

Argentinian: “Can you cook me something? ”

Priscilla: “Sure why not.”

 

Argentinian: "Have you worked here a long time?"

 

Priscilla: "I don't work here. I was born in the US.

 

Argentinian: He is mortified and says, "Oh I'm so sorry. I just thought that you..you were cooking.. and..."

 

Priscilla: "It's okay I understand."  

While I could pass for a local and I was in the kitchen ,it wasn't so hard to believe. When I walk outside again, he is apologizing again and thinking, "Great way to start things off."

It's raining out and I hate taking the bus in the rain. It' the last bus....of the day... what if I stayed just one more night? I was not ready to leave just yet after him expressing his interest.  He hears me talking to another tourist about possibly taking the bus tomorrow. I am hoping he would say something like, "Stay let's go for coffee," but Nothing-story of my life.

The minutes are passing by 2:20, 2:30.- I really have to go and I am totally stalling. I pick up the bunny and give him a big kiss. I say bye to all the lovely staff and I start to walk out the door with my backpack, small bag, and larger bag on my shoulder. He follows me out and says, "Please let me help you." He opens up the two doors and the gate.  He looks deep into my eyes and says, "Have a safe rest of your trip."  It's raining and I am covering my head with my hand. I smile and jump into a cab and the end.

         Another Argentinian bites the dust

You're giving me such Sweet nothing, Sweet nothing, Sweet nothing- Florence and the Machine