To be fair though, up using the computer after a first night of passion? Can't have been that great a night of pleasure. She should've run a mile...
Have you considered the possibility that it might be "unfair" (actually, unwarranted) for you to draw the conclusion that there was
any passion that first night or for you to say that
she "should've" run a mile without knowing more about what actually happened?
Since this isn't the "heart" of my synopsis and the retired tango dancer is a minor character in my Argentine story, I'll go ahead and fill in some blanks here. Then you can decide who should have run...and when.
The first night we slept together was on our second date, but we only met for the first time the night before. After spending all day Sunday in Tigre (where she was buying an apartment), she fell asleep in the bed while we were watching a movie in the bedroom in my temporary apartment (because that's where the TV was located). She agreed to watch the movie (Two For The Road) on the bed with me when I promised (without her asking) to be a gentleman. Perhaps she should have run a mile because of that!
She did not respond when I tried to wake her about midnight to remind her that the next day was a work day and it was time for her to go back to her parent's apartment. I'll never know for sure if she was sleeping or not. She was still fully dressed in the casual clothes she had been wearing on Sunday. I knew she would have to return to her parents' apartment to change prior to going to the office in the morning.
She was still sleeping (or still pretending to be asleep) when I got up and
turned on the computeri n the morning
because that's where my 5000 song itunes library is and I wanted to play some music rather than turn on the TV and watch CNN (which is what I would have done if I had been alone). This was not an occasion that called for breakfast in bed or for me to rush out and buy roses and champagne. I wasn't actually "using the computer" while she was still in bed and I did not consider us a "couple" at that point...though I would soon realize that she did, prior to any intimate contact whatsoever.
After
starting my laptop I went back to the bed to "wake" her as gently as possible. Before I could do so she heard the Windows chimes, "woke up" and instantly began her first dramatic scene. It was still early enough for her to get home to change but I soon realized she had no intention of leaving in time to be at work when she should have.
She did not ask me why I turned on the computer, she just started crying. It took ten minutes to even begin to get an answer out of her. I ended up
consoling her for several hours, including holding a cool washcloth to her forehead as she told me the story of her (allegedly) alcoholic boyfriend from Chicago who spent all day on the computer and treated her like a hostage.She had told me a little about him on Sunday in Tigre while we were looking at houses for sale: She said he backed out of buying a condo "with" her at the last minute and returned to Chicago to live. She went to Chicago to live with him but returned to Argentina after she discovered that he didn't have any money or own any property (a gold digger's nightmare).
I did not realize that, on a Monday morning less than two weeks after my arrival in Argentina, I was witnessing the first of many tearful scenes which she was able to turn on and off at the drop of a hat (or the second I said anything she did not like or do anything for which she had not granted prior approval). Most of these scenes were based upon my failure to comply with demands she made based upon lies she had told me. It didn’t matter if we were in a restaurant or talking on the phone. She could turn on the tears as easily and as fast as any of us can turn on a faucet.
At first I wasn't sure when she was lying, but I had enough doubts to keep me from doing anything stupid (like transferring a large sum of money to her lawyer or including he name on the title to any property I would buy). She was not only upset (to the point of tears when she discovered that I made an offer to buy a house in Tigre while she was in Spain (after knowing her for less than three weeks), she was unable to control her temper and actually struck me for the first time.
Eventually, I would discover that a great deal of what she said was fabricated or imagined, including a heart condition. I insisted that she wear a portable heart monitor for 24 hours, and the results were negative. There was one thing she told me that actually kept me from running a mile when
I should have: She told me that I would be arrested and deported if I did not comply with her instructions.
As a foreigner in Argentina this was not a "threat" I took lightly and it took a while for me to realize that it was a lot of hot air. Fortunately, in July of 2006, I also discovered this website. My first post ever was a question asking if I could get a DNI with a tourist visa. There were just over 550 members then, but the answer came back quickly: NO! I made the mistake of telling "her" that I found this site and was asking questions of other foreigners. Her reaction was negative, to say the least. She told me that I could not trust
anyone in Argentina (unless they had her stamp of approval, of course).
I was also in this forum that I was advised NOT to put her name on the deed of any property I bought. She had told me that I needed an Argentine partner, which of course was false. She tearfully asked me “Where is my guarantee?” when I told her I would not do it. That was the night she lapsed into the coma during her most hysterical and second violent tirade.
I “should’ve” run a mile (about the distance from her apartment in Tigre to the train station) much sooner than I actually did...a couple months later...when she was violent for the third and final time.
