The Beginning of Tango

It all began when Bill went to Iraq.  Bill was tall, young, smart, handsome, recently single, and down-to-earth – for a software engineer anyway.  I don’t recall Bill ever going to those video game parties the other guys were so fond of.

At Karen’s ballroom dance class in College Park, a girl introduced herself to Bill: “My name is Honey.  As something sweet.”  Bill responded: Continue reading “The Beginning of Tango”