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