YOU MET IN A BAR and he told you you’d dropped something. You — sweet, innocent, idiot foreigner — spent the next five minutes scrambling on the floor looking for whichever possession of yours had taken a leap for freedom… until it dawns on you that you’d fallen for the oldest piropo (pick-up line) in the book: “Se te cayó un papel… el que te envuelve, bombón.” (You dropped a paper — the one you were wrapped in, you sweet little candy).
He proceeded to ask you out no less than 150 times, your refusals to accept him only bolstering his resolve. Finally, your defenses worn down, you conceded to go out for a drink with him. It’s been two weeks now, and what do you know, you’re dating an Argentine. Here are a few things to keep in mind: