I danced with F and M last night. I can tell you that one is calm and elegant. I can tell you that the other is experimental and excitable. I know both of them very deeply. I know which tangos they like and which notes they like to accent. I know how they embrace me. I know their scent. I could recognize them in the dark.
I've known them for years.
I have no idea what their last names are. I don't know what they do for a living. Isn't it interesting how close and yet meanwhile how isolated we dancers are?
I work at my job to make a living. It's a fulfilling job. I'm happy doing it.
But my destination is the milonga.
You could say that I work in order to dance. On the other hand, you could also say that I dance in order to work.
#4 - The Class
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*All that David found when he returned home to make up to his wife,
Jessica, were a dark apartment and a note. Jessica was out. *
Jessica looked over the s...