First of all, let's get one thing straight: I am not a Dirty Old Man. That notwithstanding, it has not escaped my notice that Buenos Aires contains an incredible number of beautiful women. I've never seen so many in one place anywhere else in the world. For the last four weeks, I've been finding myself somewhat... ah... stimulated.

If I were a single man, I would come here to live. I realize San Miguel de Allende has a dearth of eligible men, so I may be doing a disservice to female Sanmiguelenses promoting Buenos Aires as the best dating town on the planet. But there you have it.

They're everywhere I turn. I'm constantly bumping into them, as it were. And when I see one, my camera raises itself of it's own volition and snaps an image or two.

I want to clear up a couple of other things before I go on. First of all, I'm happily married, a faithful husband. I am not tempted by these beautiful women. But evolution gave men woman-seeking radar—essential when we're seeking our partners, but awkward once we have found them. There's no "off" button. It's not that we're disloyal. We simply can't stop noticing.

Secondly, female readers might properly ask, "Well John, you male chauvinist pig, why don't you include a little beefcake in this post?"

A friend tells me that Buenos Aires is indeed full of beautiful men. Unfortunately, I don't have the capacity to recognize them. Men look angular and hairy to me. Frankly, I don't see what women see in us. So I simply cannot maintain gender balance in this post. Sorry.

God, they're gorgeous. And there are so many of them. I can't understand how a club like Player's Girls can stay in business here.

Most of the beauty of Porteño women comes from their energy and intelligence. They all seem to be going somewhere. They're not only physically beautiful, they're interesting.

They're also stylish. Rhinestone sandals and glitter toenail polish; this woman is a free spirit.

Many tattoos are visible these hot summer days. This one is a chinese character. Risky, getting tattooed with a message you can't understand.

Probably means "beef with broccoli."

(Thanks, George Carlin.)

The fashion today is to show a lot of midsection.

I get a vague urge to pat their tummies when I see them.

This young man has a better idea.

You see a lot of fairly intense public kissing here.

A clever young man would come down here to look for his soul mate. He'll find many attractive women, accomplished women, good women. And in the blush of passionate youth, he'll choose one and pursue her, as hormone-driven men have been doing for eons. Maybe he'll deserve her. Maybe not.

Could this be the one? He has to choose well. And afterward, he has to live well. Even so, what will happen in forty years?

Some lives go badly. Too much booze, too many cigarettes, too many bad men destroys youthful beauty and optimism. Maybe it's because of who you are, maybe it's who you choose, probably it's some of both.

But if you choose wisely, and if you try to be good to her, and if you are very, very lucky, you will find someone whose beauty only grows.

I found my soul mate 24 years ago, and I still can't believe how blessed I am.