I am dancing tango here and there. I am not very good yet. Well, I am a modest peron by nature...so, draw your own conclusions. I for one certainly believe I am improving - which is why there is no conceivable reason why, if a group of young women are sitting, they part when I come strutting along, in a manner much like the red sea did when God saved my people from the wicked Egyptians or Phonecians or Christians (oops, Christians didn't yet exist. I'll bet there was a lot less sinning and a lot more fun back then). Whatever or whomever the sea parted upon, they were surely barbarous and not-chosen like I was. In any event, I don't think the red sea moves any more rapidly or uniformly than they.
But, I digress; several times - okay, it may have been once. Well, I think it was once - like everyone, my mind sometimes plays tricks on me when I desire something. ...I am fairly certain that I received a compliment from a partner on how I have improved. She may have been sincere. Less likely, IMHO, is that she was taking pity on me or did not wish to see a grown man cry in public. Anyway, after my confidence was brimming since now I have the power to lead any given Philly, as she dreamily surrenders to my embrace, it was dealt an unexpected blow the very next day (one day you have it, the next it's gone).
This time my more gregarious, but less gorgeous (curiously enough she looks a bit like Curious George) partner had this peculiar deer in headlights look on her face, which alarmed me almost as much as the deer. She didn't know what the hell I am trying to get her to do. Not only that...this time I didn't have to guess at what she was thinking; she told me. I think this one did not have the same qualms about seeing a grown man cry in public. Sorry, sweety, I'm too strong for that. No crying in public for this Tanguerito. I did so in the bathroom. Jeez, why can't women just pick it up since all they have to do is follow our lead?
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