My therapist, believing that I might be interested in dating, asked me what I thought of Argentine men. I don't like them any more or any less than any other kind of man I told her. But, I said, if I'm not communicating – at the level that I want to be communicating at – with men of my own demographic, why would I want to add another barrier to that? Why would I want to share a man with his wife and his other lover? It's true that the likelihood of (temporarily) fulfilling the tall, dark and handsome Latin lover fantasy is higher here than in the frozen north but I've been disappointed enough to know that fancy packaging has little to do with the gift inside. I'd rather just hunker down on the couch and cuddle with my very own less than perfect soulmate and watch Antonio Banderas movies.