LandingPad Buenos Aires

I saw as many babes on the street today as I do any other day. Blonds. Brunettes, even a redhead. All of them really great looking and with a refined quality about them. Sexy and sweet. Slutty and classy. But unfortunately, as a shy kind of guy, all I do is simply look. I run imaginary reels in my mind, think about what it would be like to score one such hottie, but without a drink in my system, I can’t utter a word. Can’t even look them in the eye. Simply sneak peeks when they aren’t looking my way. Drunk on the other hand, I can be a charmer. I am able to seduce a woman and make her mine by making my intellect and humor apparent. Though being a hermit deters me from meeting many chicks. That’s why I guess I’m a writer. So that I can talk to chicks and not have to leave my house.

Buenos Aires is a nice city. Totally over crowded with idiots, but nice. It’s the people that make it unpleasant sometimes. It’s hard to go anywhere without there being large crowds or some ignorant bastard thinking he can look down on you because of the clothes you wear. I guess it’s like that in most big cities where people thrive on material gain and monetary stature. Money creates the illusion of intelligence and superiority. Where in fact, foolish is the man that rents his life out to the tyrants of the corporate world or those who were born with daddy’s silver spoon up their ass. I guess I get little envious at times. Especially when I don’t have the money to get my piece of shit car fixed or enough cash to pay the 18 pesos a bottle of bourbon costs here. I manage though, by sticking to beer and the local 5-dollar whiskey. It could be worse.

I work as an English teacher, which I must add is one of the greatest jobs in the world. Simply because I get paid to enhance people’s knowledge and interact with them on an intellectual level. Most of the times I become friends with those I teach, and from there come the lunches, dinners, invitations to places that I would have never have been able to afford visiting. I can name many, but I won’t get into that at this moment. So far it’s been real. I have but one complaint: Being that I have few, if any, friends, I never talk to anyone that speaks English correctly. All I listen to is bad English. Hence, I fear my own spoken English will deteriorate into what the Argentines call Spanglish. It’s a mix of English and Spanish. It’s kind of cool but it sounds funny to those that have never experienced the Castellano language. Castellano is different from Spanish in that it has what Argentines call “Onda” Onda meaning a cool touch. It sounds a lot better than the Spanish spoken in Spain or other Spanish speaking countries. Anyhow, Buenos Aires is not a bad place. Too bad though, that those in charge, those that sit in the echelons of the nation’s power have no idea what they are doing. It seems that so many saturated years of corruption have made them all stupid greedy assholes that really don’t care about anything but filling their foreign bank accounts, while at the same time watching a beautiful nation crumble to the feet of Uncle Sam and all its mighty influence. So in the meantime; God bless the babes!