| baileythorne ( @ 2007-10-25 12:23:00 |
| Entry tags: | tango |
I'm not the only one...
From a tango blog I check from my RSS reader:
"He put on some romantic music, walked to the center of the room and waited for me. I walked up to him and feeling rather shy, avoided eye contact with him.
He placed a finger under my chin and made me look up and towards him. I could feel his breath on my lips. Just about dissolved right then and there but told myself to stop being such a insipid fool and focus.
Damn him for being so tall, lean and ridiculously sexy. God! And damn me for being so easily seduced."
Entire post here: Private Lesson II, Porteno y Bailarin and Ideal yet Again.
I can so relate to this. Dancing, in general creates connections. Tango is like putting that connection on steroids...