I am reposting a comment left by Jessica on the post "How do Argentine Men Treat Women".
I have to say I agree with her (despite people commenting that there are "as many differnt Argentines as there are men") that this culture demonstrates a major, pero MAJOR misunderstanding of what LOVE is. And yes there are dogs in all countries but I've never heard of this many cases of evil cruelty and lack of basic human respect - never mind lack of respect for the "Goddess" who was the "Love of your Life".
While I think we are seduced because we find it hard to believe a man would be so passionate if he didn't really feel it, I also agree with a commenter who called us "Stupid". Every Argentine falls in love in two days - and that can never be true love.
Here's Jessica's comment :
I have to say that I wish I'd read this before I'd started my relationship with a Porteno. I feel compelled to share my story...
We met in the spring, we talked, we clicked, everything felt right. I was in the process of leaving my husband and making changes in my life when - let's call him G - and I met. We had the same interests and were passionate about the same things, we could talk for hours and hours - we were only friends at first. In a short time he pursued me very intensely - and I mean INTENSE! I have never witnessed anything like it back in the States. For the first time, I was called a Goddess and every day I heard how wonderful I was and he recounted to me in all the ways he loved me. G was constantly texting me, dedicating songs to me, singing to me. Within a month, G said that he wanted to be my partner for life, that I was a drug and he couldn't get enough of me: I was the woman he'd been waiting for and he'd never loved anyone like he loved me. We could not stand to spend one second apart from each other. I got along great with his kids and he loved to see me spending time with them, he was helping my son learn Spanish, I talked to his teenage daughter frequently... it seemed so amazing.
For the next month things got very intense and he asked me to marry him and G said that he wanted to have children with me. Everything felt so right, so wonderful. I did what I could to hurry the divorce process back home and there were some issues with custody. I wrote G and told him that I may not be able to make it to BsAs in the next few months because of some issues I needed to resolve and he never wrote me again. I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong! It just went cold. I eventually received an email from him stating that "ahora entiendo que "vivir lo nuestro" no seria possible por algun tiempo porque de tus chicos. sos LA MEJOR PRECIO DE ESTA VIDA! Perhaps you will find happiness in the arms of another man before you can return to BsAs. Quiero lo mejor por vos!"
I found out a month later that he started talking to another woman THE DAY AFTER I told him that I wouldn't be able to see him in the original time frame we'd planned. I was never Ms. Right... for him, it was all about Ms. RIGHT NOW. There is absolutely no concept of what love really is, it astounds me!!! And to think that I formed a connection with his kids, and he with mine... I feel stupid, and like the WORST MOTHER IN THE WORLD! :( I couldn't believe that what we were doing could have been anything but love.
I just wanted to share my story, I hope that it helps someone. Please be careful when talking to any man in Buenos Aires. In the US there are some men who are major dogs, but I have never seen anyone be treated this way, and I have never seen a man use kids like this to get to a woman. Unbelievable.
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