Went to Thursday night milonga.
Don't get me wrong, it's been great all week. I went to Tuesday night, had four tandas and each one was more spectacular than the last. It was all I needed. Perfect connection, excellent technique, and interesting musicality.
But Thursday.
Sigh.
Mr. T was there and quite charming--telling funny stories about his beginnings in tango. He has an excellent sense of humor. And then we danced...his embrace, his connection soooooo real. I melt and am always afraid I'll turn into a puddle on the dance floor.
Sigh.
Tango this week has been remarkable.
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