Hello There

We play a game at the pre-festival mixer milonga.  In exchange for a hard-to-come-by $5, cash only, exact change, the adorable spacey greeter handed me a card, number 3, blue – whatever.  Before each tanda, the host announces a rule.  Dance with the same color…  Blue dances with yellow…  Odd with even…  Odd with odd, even with even.   This adds to the chaos: the room is crowded, the dancers are still unsettled, still arriving, cabeceos scatter about, rarely reaching their targets.  I sit out some tandas, scoping out the scene.   I dance some tandas, hit or miss, odd or even.  That’s fine, I am still arriving.

I sit out.  I see you across the room and recognize you.  This is the first time I’ve seen you in my life.  Sort of. Continue reading “Hello There”

See You Next Christmas

When I first met you last August on a bike outing, I quite liked you.  We had important similarities and you were pleasant and handsome.  I started going to the milongas where you went and texting you occasionally. I flirted with you for several weeks, you seemed to enjoy that for the most part and flirted back – maybe, but didn’t exactly take it anywhere, so I gave up. Continue reading “See You Next Christmas”

A Monday Letter

When we chatted last week, I hesitated to ask you a favor.

The favor was for you to write to me once or twice.  I hesitated, because I wasn’t sure how well that would serve either of us, and because the time for asking favors ran out.  If I were to do what I hesitated to ask of you, it would go like this. Continue reading “A Monday Letter”