What Taxi Drivers Know - 2

I have been delinquent everywhere but at the book - it is such a nightmare editing and polishing. A whole day slips away with only a chapter improved upon. It is about to go through a pro-edit but there's no point in that until it's as tight as I can possibly make it myself.

Then there are the worries about publishing - on the edge of a world revolution. I could spend all day yakking on the writer's forums about whether we actually want to publish mainstream now. People are already doing it better for themselves or in collectively run micropublishers.

But I digress. How pleasant it has been to eat all sorts of different foods at whatever time I choose. To drink a mellow Chianti instead of endless overripe cabs and merlots. To go down the pub and enjoy a flirt with a man without him thinking he's going to have me that night or else ignore me evermore and tell everyone I know that I am crazy, hysterical, dangerous  - because I don't want his bag o bones.

As I left Buenos Aires, my Sicilian taxi driver told me that a foreign woman is a delightful cool breeze in the humid hysteria of a native woman. Why? They have un dicho that says:

Billetera mata todo - The wallet kills everything

Argentine women want only dolla. They want only constant piropos berating if you don't give them frequently and berating you with suspicion if you do. They are hysterical. Do they then make the men hysterical or have the hysterical men made them respond in kind?

Comments

[Arlene]

Bloody hell! Hope you haven't got caught in the floods! Take care!

[Suzy vegas]

Hi Arlene
Yep I'm here in Noah's Ark-ville. For someone who hasn't seen a single drop of rain in 7 months, this is pretty weird.

[Alex]

I'm soooo confused....(grin)

[Arlene]

Nice one to think about! Like which came first, the chicken or the egg. It is obviously a cultural thing.
So where are you now? Sounds like my part of the world, but which part? x