The Saga of the New Boyfriend

OK, so let's start by saying that he's supppaaaaa cute and very French and a lil' bit clumsy.

It's fab.

Now, normally when I have a boyfriend (or boytoy) in the States, he is, you know.. whatever I want to share. My parents won't meet him for awhile, everybody is NOT all up in my business, people don't tell my parents when they've spotted me and said boy in a certain place at a certain time, etc. etc. etc.

Not the case in Argentina, because this is the land of know-it-all.

So, I had just gotten together with Mathis, and we went to a party together. I hadn't told my family I was dating him or anything, I wanted to wait it out a little bit. You know, be sure. So after this party ended, we went to a club, and I got home around 7 am. All is normal... or so I thought.

The next morning my family wakes me up for asado (YUMMMM) at about 12 pm. I sit down, all groggy and smelly and whatnot, completely unable to speak or think in Spanish, and, BAM! ATTACK!!!!

Poppa Gustavo: "Good morning lazy! How was the party last night?"
Sleepy Exchange Student: "Mmmm, it was fun..."
Gustavo: (smirk) "Uhhhh huuuhhhh.... so you went to La Sala last night, RIGHT?!?!"
Molly: (blinking, dumbfounded) "Um. Yes. How did you know that? I haven't even spoken three words yet..?"
Gustavo: (wisely, like a Buddha) "You forget, I know everything and everybody... You went to La Sala with Rosa, right??!"

(I have no idea who Rosa is. But I probably went to La Sala with her.)

Molly: "Yeah, I guess.. wait how do you know everything about my night only a few hours later?"
Gustavo: "Oh there's more.... so Mathis eh? EH?"
Molly: (shrinks into self) "Guuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

He then proceeded to tell me that I had to invite Mathis over the next Sunday so they could drink beer and they could have a "chat". That would consist of only "three words". I can only hypothesize as to what those words might be.

That chat never happened, THANK GOD, for the fault of the disorganized nature of the Argentine peoples. But my family loves the Frenchman, he's always at my house, eating my mother's food and chillin. It's also really funny how my brother is always cranky with me, but when Mathis is in the house, he is the most endearing person ever.

So I got to meet Mathis' family as well. I went to go eat empanadas with them and we sat outside talking for 7 hours. Exhausting, fun, and completely Argentine. And later that week they took me to Tucuman, another province close to Santiago, so I think I've got my brownie points.

Now, I've failed to mention a crucial element of this story: Mathis is FAMOUS in this city. All the Argentine girls are in LOVE with him. Like no joke. It's a liiiil' bit ridiculous.

So I'm getting mad female hate for that one. My friends in other schools tell me they defend me to the jealous she-monsters. Hahaha. And there's this one girl in my school who has refused to speak to me since she found out, EVEN THOUGH she's had a boyfriend for nine months and has never met Mathis, just seen him on the street.

Ah, bliss. Now it's vacations and we'll just hang out in the pool all summer, eat some alfajores, maybe learn a little French...

Oh BTW this all happened like a month ago, I'm just a horrible blogger. My bad! I try, I swear..

Loooove! Molly