October 29, 2012

• This Really Happened

  

  Last Wednesday I sat at the Marz bar having a cocktail, eating a salad and working on my novel outline. There was a table of three men nearby and the tall one and I kept making eye contact.

  "We have to ask, what are you working on?" he finally asked.

  "I'm writing a novel about a couple that meets at tango lessons," I said.

  "You're looking at a table of tango dancers," he said. I looked around at the three men, all smiling at me.

  "Yeah, right," I said.

  "It's true! We dance every week at Nu-Vibe Juice from 7-10pm.  You should come."

  So I went. And it's true! I danced for just over an hour before going to the Beats Antique Show (squee!). Older men are my favorite partners for many things - conversation, exercise, sex, and DANCE! What is nice about this group is that there are more men than women. I never have to sit if I don't want to - I just rotate partners. And when I go to dance? I want to dance. So the men got to take a breather (I wore the dears out) and I got to dance the whole time. Yay!

  Sunday was formal lessons at the Del-Ray. And here on Monday I am ordering some dance shoes (just theater shoes that will allow me to spin more easily and have a strap so they won't fall off). My new friends have already invited me to more dances and added me to the email list.

  There is a group for everything, truly. And what I have found about enjoying life is that you have to be open to it happening - smile, talk to others, and take a chance every once in awhile. You never know when the next table over will be a table of tango dancers.

   

  (The photo was taken by a friend of mine the night of the Beats Antique show.  I like to think this was the expression on my face when I found out that I had discovered tango dancers when I needed tango dancers.)

   

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