sistawendy | Amor omnia vincit.

Went to practice tango with the Siberian Siren again last night. I'm getting better, slowly and painfully, but that isn't what this post is about.

There was a woman from Argentina who was there to teach a class. Even I could tell by looking that she was easily the best dancer on the floor. She's about my age. She has longish salt & pepper hair and was dressed butchly. In other words, she's exactly the type that makes the Siren go adorably wibbly.

I had to give the SS a pep talk just to ask the Argentine to dance. ("If I had a hole in me for every time I'd been shot down, I'd look like a cheese grater.") I reminded her that once upon a time I introduced myself to a certain gorgeous little redhead at a charity do, and with much less innocent intentions than the Siren had just then.

The Siren got her dances. There was an astounding amount of apparently physics-defying fancy footwork, especially by the Argentine. I watched the SS zen out, and as she walked off the floor, she was glowing, i.e. perspiring. I found it inordinately amusing that this seductress extraordinaire kept wibbling on the way to my car as we headed home.

I've posted three times in two days. That's probably because it's the first day of spring, and it's sunny. Aw to the yeah.