That one time in Argentina...

This story deserves it's own post. It's that weird. This will definitely be one of those "That one time in Argentina" stories that I will remember FOREVER. I still don't know what to make of it.

So I was calmly sitting in central park, which is only a few blocks north of my house, chilling on the hillside reading my book waiting for a friend to show up. All of the sudden, a man sits down next to me and begins to ask me how I am, what my name is, etc. Seems like a pretty normal guy, so I decide I'll chat with him for a while. Things are going great...until they get really weird. As it turns out, this male actually wants to turn into a female and asks if he can take a picture of me because he wants to look like me. His exact words were "I want boobs and a face like yours". I was so shocked I sat there, dumbfounded, for a good minute unable to say anything while he continues on to describe the hormone pills he's taking and how they make his penis shrink and become non-functional. When he started talking about his thong collection and waxing kits, I finally overcame my shocked silence and figured it was time to leave. After politely excusing myself, I practically sprinted from the park.

Creepy? Most definitely.
Strange? Of course.
Flattering? Yes, in a very, very weird way.

I have since seen Marcelo (or Marcela) several times since this incident running through central park. We occasionally exchange pleasantries, but never again has he asked to take a photo of me to use as a model for his new face. Thank goodness. Good luck to him, I wish him well, but he REALLY needs to work on his method of approaching strangers.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes the story of the weirdest moment of my life thus far.