On New Year's Eve, my friend John said that his greatest hope for 2011 was to find love. It is important to this story to note that John is gay, as his follow-on comment had to do with the fact that, from what he'd heard about Argentine men, however, he wasn't sure that they were prime boyfriend material.
Later in the evening/very early in the morning of New Year's Day, our Argentine friend Pablo was sitting with us on the couch and this conversation resurfaced. Pablo told John that he should definitely date Argentine men and then he turned to me and asked if I was dating, to which I answered no. He said that I, too, should be dating Argentine men. I replied, "What is so great about Argentine men, Pablito? Convince us that we should date them."
His brilliant response? "Just try them."
I said, no, convince us.
He repeated that we should try them.
This back and forth went on for several minutes until he finally, probably in exasperation, said, "Porque son fogosos!"
Neither John nor I knew what fogoso meant, so I yelled out to the room full of the hardiest New Year's drinkers: "Anyone know what fogoso means?!!"
Someone yelled back, "Fiery!"
And as soon as Pablo heard that we received our definition, he slyly added, "...en la cama!!!" (The Spanish equivalent of ye olde classic Chinese cookie fortune addition, "...in bed!!!")
Oh yes, those fiery Argentine lovers. Yet somehow within the next twenty minutes of convincing, I found myself promising to try a fiery Argentine out by the end of 2011.
I think I may have lied to Pablo and then shook on it. I am so going to hell for this.

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