My First Cougar Spotting

Yesterday while on my way to work to prep for my classes, I will touch on this in a second, I saw something amazing. I was running for the C Line in the subte when I literally stopped dead in my tracks at my first cougar sighting. The woman was clearly older, I'd say around 50ish, with a guy who was around my age with tight jeans and a punk rock t-shirt. They were standing in a corner full on making out! Not that seeing people going at it is weird because everyone does it here, tongue and all. I'm just glad that some things (i.e. older women clinging to their youth by luring a young buck) are universal. Made me feel like I was at Lulu's in Indy.

My class preparations were interesting to say the least. For the most part my students are normal, working Argentines. Some for American Express, others work for YPF a huge oil company down here. Then there's Frank*, a "businessman" of sorts. I was told by my boss that I am not to ask any direct questions about what he does for a living. She told me that he lives in Belgrano, the ritzy part of the city, he owns an estate in the countryside and a summer home in the south of Spain. Interesting. Looks like I'll be working for a member of the mafia while I'm down here.

Last night I went to dinner at my new apartment that I'm moving into in two weeks. My roommates will be Fabiana (Faby) who is from Argentina, probably only 5'1" and who loves all sports. She's in phenomenal shape and has already told me where the closest gym is to our place. The other girl is Jessica (I believe it's a soft J) from Ireland. At first I thought she was going to be the shy one; within the first 10 minutes I'm pretty sure I knew her life story. We had a great girls night (something mythical that I haven't been apart of in years) and drank wine and Mate, a type of tea that looks like (cough) pot. This picture is from a huge garden that is 10 minutes away from my new place. It looks like a great place for a relaxing run. Que lindo!!

It was nice being around women who are similar to me. We all agreed that the majority of our closest friends were guys. Having grown up as a complete Tom Boy who loved catching frogs, climbing trees, and who always had holes in their jeans from running around, I find it difficult to relate to most women. I mean, is there really a difference between purple and periwinkle?? Also, if he doesn't call is it really the end of the world???

I am extremely excited to move in with these girls. Next Friday we are having a Swiss meal prepared by one of their friends. Should be fun!

On a completely unrelated note; I found a very small, dead worm in the last bite of my biscuit yesterday. I tried my best, but I was just unable to force myself to throw it up. Awesome, flipping awesome...

*All names have been changed to protect the identity of parties involved just incase "Big Brother" is watching. I'd hate to have the Feds come after me for questioning.