On Argentine men

This past week I related one of my favorite stories about Argentine men that I've experienced thus far, completely inappropriately to a female contact of mine during a work lunch.  It was after we had talked business and we were comparing notes on what we've heard about dating Argentines.  So I tell her the following story:

At the pirate party (see previous post), I met Juan Pablo pretty early on (i.e. before he could use the excuse of overconsumption of alcohol) and we were having a totally normal conversation, when...

Juan Pablo: ...You look pretty fit.  What do you do?
Ryan: (sound of car tires squealing in brain as her thoughts put on the brakes...wha?  Hmmm, let's treat this as totally normal...) Well, I run.  And I also recently started doing yoga again for flexibility.  You know, because when you run, you're shortening your muscles and I was never very flexible in the first place.  That, and it's good for my back.
Juan Pablo: You know, instead of yoga you should try sex (insert strange, uncomfortable pause here)...with Latin men.
Ryan: (gut-wrenching laughter...um, excuse me???)
Juan Pablo: (before Ryan can totally recover her senses) I shouldn't say these things.  After all, I sort of have a girlfriend...
Ryan: (hell yes you shouldn't say these things!  And a "sort of" girlfriend?  What the f*$% is that?)

So I tell my contact that this change in the conversation at least gave me room to totally ignore the sex comment and move on to other things - like this "sort of" girlfriend of his.  And then, at the end of the night, the selfsame Juan Pablo warned me against Argentine men.  Well, dating them, at least.  He still advocated "having fun" with them - LOTS of them, even - but nothing serious.

Which is a pretty common refrain I hear from Argentine men, says I to my contact.  Argentine men are always warning me against other Argentine men.  I'm not sure that they're helping their case any.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the restaurant, this approximately 70-year-old Argentine man gets up to leave and walks by our table.  He stops directly next to me and addresses me, in perfect English:

Old man: So, what did you choose?
Ryan: (total blank stare)
Old man: Yoga or sex?
Ryan: (double take, pause, and then...) Yoga, absolutely.
Old man: Well then I guess I'll go.