Who’s the jerk ?

Lately I was so upset at a guy because he didn’t reply to my messages… I thought it was just rude, especially because we had been going out, he could have at least answered that he wasn’t interested anymore.

And today I realized I was doing just the same ! Completely naturally…

I don’t know if unconsciously I was trying to do to guys what a guy had done to me, or if that’s just part of my normal behavior… But suddenly I thought the other guy was just not that bad !

Has that kind of realization ever occurred to you ?

The more frustrated, the better the fun in bed ?

So I have a theory.

Let’s say there’s a guy you really like.

And he really likes you.

Nothing really deep.

Mostly physical attraction.

Let’s say every time one thinks they’re going to end up with the other for the night, something goes wrong.

And so the other one stays very frustrated.

Let’s say that happens quite a few times, to both.

So when it finally happens, when you finally end up with the other person,

Isn’t the sex better than ever ?

Let me know your thoughts on the theory, I’ll try proving it very soon… ;)

Workaholic ?

I’m about to get crazy I think…

I’m being very frustrated lately, in general. And I don’t know why. I’m being very bitter, very arrogant, my behavior to men has become very bad in a way, and no it’s not that special time of the month.

I realized I got bored, I wake up and only think about the next party to meet people, because in between I pretty much don’t have anything to do. So I accepted a job to fill in that free time, well a volunteering job I’d say.

I think I just need to be busy all the time, as I’ve been used to it so much lately. I’m not sure if that means I’m a workaholic or something, but I hope that will help me become a nicer and more relaxed person, because I really don’t like myself right now.

Loving my nightlife in Bs As

Ok, so to go out in Bs As, you need to know the right people.

There are a few popular clubs: Crobar, Rosebar, Museum, Asia de Cuba, Terrazas, Kika… And if you want to get in for less than $100, you need to get there before 2.30 AM and have the name of a list.

I’m not sure how they figured it out business-wise, because in the end, you enter for free, the name of the guy on the list gets a commission, and well, of course they make money off the drinks later, but the club doesn’t really get much in that transaction. Although, later, if you want to get in, no matter who you know, in general, it does not work out. They will make you pay, and you may be a group of very hot girls, they are not going to let you in for free !

In France (Europe in general I assume), it’s more simple: they want hot girls in their clubs. So you usually don’t have to pay the entrance, depends on the club, but also, if you’re a group of 5 chicks, they will let you in with great pleasure. If you’re a group of 5 guys, it can be tough. They actually refuse the entrance sometimes. They just size you up at the door, and depending on the club’s policy, they let you in or turn you down.

Which actually hasn’t happened to me here either. Either you have a list, no problem, or you don’t, and if you pay, you’ll enter as well. It doesn’t seem that they have some kind of policy as for who gets in, or a priority for girls.

Well, back to my story, I’ve met so many people here that in the end every night I have one to five guest lists available, and I just feel so VIP to go to pretty much any club, say a name and just being let in with all my friends for free, with VIP access…

To party right in Buenos Aires, you just need to know the magic words :)

First move

Okay, so just a while ago, I read a blog article about guys not doing the first step towards girls anymore. And well, although it seemed to be true, I thought of my own experience and how I had actually met guys who were really not afraid of making the first step or simply being rejected.

And last night happened. There is this guy I like. And I had the feeling he liked me back, we had been flirting a little before, and well, a night I thought I would end up with him a French guy actually kissed me before anything happened, and well, I like confidence, and I like French kissing (with French guys). So I ended up spending the night talking with that French guy, and that was actually quite refreshing.

But I had this frustration that I didn’t get with that other, first guy. Who, moreover, is Latin, and I’m in Argentina for Latin guys, not French ones… And I was planning on solving that last night.

What really happened, is that aside from the little side-eye flirting look when we greeted each other, he didn’t really show any interest in me. So I wasn’t going to sit down and wait, and I danced with some other guys. I actually turned them down after a while because I was still hoping my guy would make a move. I even turned down a very cute, tall-dark-hair-blue-eyes firefighter…

And in the end, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I took the guy in a corner to ask him if he was interested in me. He told me he was VERY interested, but didn’t want to be “Plan B”. So apparently he had seen me kissed one of the guys I danced with, which of course did not happened since I turned them down for him, and would not believe me. And so he ended the night with another French girl, for thinking he was my “plan B”, and I ended alone.

Part of me is really angry and frustrated, but I’ll take it as a one-to-one game. He wanted me that first night, I ended up with a French guy, I wanted him last night, he ended up with a French girl. On to the next round !

Guys are not what they used to be

Okay, so just a year ago I met a guy who was charming, respectful, very cute, smart, caring… And we ended up having a great relationship together.

Now, all the guys I seem to meet are nothing like that. And I’ve met lots ! This is the first time in my entire life (and probably the last) that I party so hard ! But no, I meet plenty of guys who apparently just want to spend a night with me, or we kiss, we talk for hours, everything seems to go great, and when I message them they don’t even have the courtesy to reply to me…

What’s going on ? Have I changed ? Am I not as interesting as I used to be ? Is it just the Buenos Aires nightlife that’s so superficial ? Or are guys more and more careless ?

It’s getting to me badly, I feel like I’m falling into that pattern from being so frustrated by guys. If they don’t care about me, why should I care about them…?