The physical heart is to the left of center. The spiritual heart is to the right. My tango heart is, bewilderingly, in Philadelphia.
The first weekend of December I flew to Philly for Lesley’s memorial service. Got there late Friday afternoon back home Sunday evening. Continue reading “Where My Tango Heart Is”
Existence of nonexistence is unfortunately different from nonexistence.
I created a life-size hole in the fabric of it.
Continue reading “A Life-Size Hole”
Small talk between songs in a tanda.
He: I can’t go out much these days because of my dog.
I: Why?? Continue reading “Separation Anxiety”
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”
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”