This was only 2.3 minutes, I still have 12.7 minutes of Fame left!

"MT, this is El Rafa he is on a radio show that is really famous in Buenos Aires." said Francisco "Oh that's nice," I was completely disinterested, as I was sharing a cigarillo with the hottest model looking man in Agentina. Well actually there were about 1000 really sexy guys in the crowd, but this one was right in front of me. I was on a field with 5 to 7 thousand of my closet friends waiting for The Strokes concert to begin. And El Rafa was cramping my style. Have you ever had anyone stare at you constantly for a solid 90 minutes two and a half inches away from your face? It's soooo unnerving let me tell you.
Anyways the concert is crazy! The Argentines really get into it. It was way too intense for me.(actually I felt like a bit of a failure because usually I manage to get up front, in fact there have been times when my sister and I were given passes to go into the designated headzone), so I had to leave the throngs of the crowd. Well of course you can guess who followed me. El Rafa.

So El Rafa invites me to go on the Radio Show the following Tuesday to talk about Tango and what I think about Buenos Aires etc.... Ok, I think this will be a great story to put on my blog.

Well I don't even know where to begin with this part of the story. I am so glad I had the werewithal to beg Majo to come and translate for me. "Don't you want El Rafa to be your novio? Why don't you want El Rafa to be your novio?" Matias would ask. First of all I don't understand what the hell he is saying. In fact I don't think anyone really understands what the hell he is saying. Two he is kind of smelly. Soap, water El Rafa, make it your friend. Three El Rafa really isn't my type. My card was read out on air (see September entry Palabras, words), and my emailbox was flooded with letters, most wanting to fill the vacant novio position. (Position has now been filled!) Some of the letters were quite sweet (Hi Santiago!), most very vulgar!

At the end of it all El Rafa pulls out a piece of paper with my phone number and home address on it. He asks "Are these your numbers?" "Who gave this to you?" I demanded. El Rafa stares at me confused. "Ask him who gave him my numbers." I ordered the production assistant (by the way girls all the production assistants are really cute at Metro Radio 95.1!), they converse, "Guido. Guido is the guilty!" the PA replied. Guido I am going to wring your neck (I just couldn't do this to Guido, he is too sweet!)
Later on after drinking two bottles of sparkling white wine in Serrano Plaza with Majo, reflecting back on the day, being on the show seemed a lot funnier than it had seemed at the time. Second plan of attack learn how to speak spanish fluently, maybe drop in on Diego's show next time I'm in town. Hmmm........