So I’ve decided that since I am in Buenos Aires, while I am here I MUST learn to Tango. Up until now, I’ve been quite ambivalent about it, despite the fact that everybody and their mother loses their fucking mind when they talk about Argentine Tango.

The turning point was last night, when we went to a Tango club at 4am. The place was still raging with couples of all ages dancing on the floor. 

Now, I have never really seen real Tango (live) before. I have to say that it’s fucking beautiful. The music is always gut wrenching sad, usually a powerful violin playing in the minor mode. It drips emotion; you cannot help but feel that the kind of men who write Tango songs are the kind of men who have had unspeakable endings to torrid love affairs. You can almost see their puffy red eyes and unshaven faces as they furiously scratch away at their sheet music in the middle of the night. The dance itself is super sexy. The man leads, but he is constantly chasing the woman, who flirts and teases the entire time, with no resolution at the end. Yet it’s not desperate. It’s dignified and elegant the entire time. The faces of the couples are usually close, so that her breath just barely tickles the skin on his neck.  It’s foreplay on the dance floor. I half expected half the couples to drop their clothes and just start fucking right there.

Plus, I saw the most beautiful woman in Argentina there. She was wearing white pants, heels, and a sexy colored top that was pulled tight across her torso. She had the body of a porn star. Her face was soft and tan. Her teeth hurt your eyes to look at them. She must have been a professional dancer or something, because I couldn’t take my eyes off her the entire night. She reminded me of somebody back home…and I couldn’t help but think of Paris…

So right then and there, with both our jaws on the floor, Peter and I decided that we were both going to learn some Tango…it would be a total waste not to. What a weapon to use on any girl back home??