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”

A way to value myself, in the tango village

It was a good tango night for me last Tuesday at El V.

I got there early and got a chance to dance with some of my favorite leader friends, some of whom (maybe) got there early for the chance to dance with me.  There were moments of flow, and joy, and laughter, and we said sweet warm words to each other between the dances.  I got to dance with a visitor, who was lovely.  I danced most of the time I was there and left at a good time. Continue reading “A way to value myself, in the tango village”