The Antidote - it's what keeps us coming back . . . I'd had too many rough experiences in one night. Actually, I'd had too many a night, for months. I was at the end of what I could take and thought, maybe it's a sign. Maybe I need a break for awhile. I'm becoming the person I didn't want to be. Tired. Frustrated. Cynical. I've talked other people out of this place and back into tango - but I couldn't get the pep-talk to work on myself. What do I want so badly? My eyes wandered from my shoe bag to the door and as I turned my head, you caught my eyes. I smiled before I knew what I was doing. One more tanda. I'll dance one more tanda, I thought, then go home. You were patient, waiting for me to relax and finally, half way through the first song, I did. I settled against your chest and breathed deeply for probably the first time that night. I listened to the music and our breathing and let everything else slip away. As we dance...
"El infinito tango me lleva hacia todo" - Borges