A Woman Walks a Block

While strolling the streets of Buenos Aires, I saw what epitomizes Latin culture-well, I guess I wouldn`t be fare if I didn`t include...hmm...all cultures. Anyway, because I`m currently in Latin America and, I was treated to the experience within a Latin environment, I will leave it at Latin culture. So, there I was happily strolling along a street when all of a sudden men started staring at me, actually, it was more like they were salivating in my direction. Boy, was I flattered. I hadn`t had that much attention since since Mexico, when I started stripping down at a bar... OK, so the Mexico thing never happened... There I was, me, my bag, and men displaying a carnal urge, similar to a hungry dog that has been neglected by their owner. To tell you the truth, I actually started to get nervous. Though I had shaved-the first time in a week- and was sporting a pretty nice set of cloths (jeans, and a black polo shirt) there really didn't seem to be any reason for the attention... Just as I was about to put my feet to work, and leave, I spotted the reason for all the attention. A woman, decent looking(on a scale, she`d receive a 6) was trotting along, beside me. Why the mass amount of attention, well, I guess because she is a woman, and I, I`m in a Latin country. Needless to say, after the event, my personal esteem faded. So, to pick myself up, I went for a metro-sexual manicure- well, not really.

As a side note: During the same walk, while stopped at a street light, I bumped into miss `Like a Virgin`-Twelve million people in Buenos Aires, and here she was right beside me. Typical of my outgoing self, I managed to avoid her sight and walk away... in a hurry; I don`t think she ever saw me.