Diary Entry #3: Six Men, One City, and Zero Regrets: Dating in Buenos Aires

I didn’t move to Buenos Aires looking for love. I came here for a new chapter: softer mornings, a little distance from chaos, and the peace of being unknown in a city that doesn’t ask too many questions. But dating? That still found me.

In the months I’ve been here, I’ve gone on six dates with six very different men. Some were sweet. Some were ridiculous. One was deeply unhinged. But all of them taught me something about myself, about boundaries, and about the kind of energy I’ll never entertain again.

Here’s the real, the awkward, and the low-key delusional side of my dating life abroad. If I’m going to be healing, I might as well do it in style.

🥩1. The Texas Tornado (American)

He was loud, cocky, and fully convinced Texas was the center of the universe. I’m a flight attendant. I’ve been to Texas. It’s not that deep.

The ego was unmatched until I matched it. Once I made it clear I wasn’t interested in sleeping with him, he called me rude and stormed out. Couldn't take what he was dishing.

Lesson: Some men only respect your confidence when it flatters them. The moment you say “no,” their true self shows. Let it.

🕴🏽2. Short King, Tall Insecurities (Argentine)

This one actually took me out for a sweet, belated birthday dinner, and to be honest, we still chat here and there. He was nice, polite, and thoughtful.

But there was no spark. And when he asked me not to wear heels because of his height, that was the final heel-clad straw. I’m not shrinking myself to make anyone feel taller, literally or emotionally.

Lesson: Just because he’s nice doesn’t mean he’s the one. Be kind, be graceful, but always be true to yourself and your shoe game.

🎧3. DJ Disappointment (Argentine)

He was a DJ, thirty-something, and seemed like a decent vibe. Dinner was great, conversation flowed, and we made plans for a second date.

Then came the text: “I don’t think we should see each other. I’ve got a lot going on.”

So why make plans in the first place?

Lesson: A man who doesn’t know what he wants will waste your time while figuring it out. Let him do that somewhere else.

🛋️4. Aussie Arrogance (Australian)

He invited me to his place “just to talk.” Spoiler alert: he didn’t want to talk. When I made it clear I wasn’t interested in doing him any favors, the attitude shifted fast.

He was cocky, dismissive, and lowkey offended by the idea of a woman with boundaries. Embarrassing.

Lesson: If a man gets mad when you say “no,” he never deserved a “maybe.” Hold your boundaries like a Birkin bag—with both hands and no apologies.

🍁5. The Canadian Catfish (Canadian)

On text, he seemed cool. In person, it was immediate regret. He kept trying to kiss me even after I said I wasn’t comfortable. He kept pushing like my “no” was a challenge.

Then he started going off about how much he hated Canada, how he wished he was American, and made degrading comments about immigrants—in a country he wasn’t even from. The audacity was international.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, he dropped a weird religious rant that felt more like a low-budget sermon than a conversation. I left not just disappointed but disturbed.

Lesson: A man who ignores your boundaries, disrespects other cultures, and delivers unsolicited spiritual monologues is not misunderstood. He’s dangerous in soft lighting. And I don’t entertain danger.

🌹6. Flower Boy (Argentine)

This one was actually sweet. We went on two dates, he brought me flowers, paid attention, and held space. I think we’d be better off as friends, but I appreciated his energy. He reminded me that kindness still exists in this city of smoke and mirrors.

Lesson: Some people come into your life to show you what can exist, not what has to. And that’s just as valuable.

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💭Final Thoughts

Dating abroad has been a wild ride. I’ve met men who tested my patience, ones who underestimated my power, and a few who reminded me what I deserve, even if just for a moment.

But through it all, I’ve learned this: my softness is sacred. My standards are solid. And my intuition is loud and bilingual.

I'm not looking to be saved, changed, or completed. I'm already whole. And the next man who wants to join me on this journey better come correct or not at all.

xoxo,

dest