1647  Notes from Buenos Aires 18

Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2003 12:44:24 -0500
From: Rick McGarrey <RICKMCG@FLASH.NET>
Subject: Notes from Buenos Aires 18

A Very Bad Boy

I like to watch him work. He slowly takes his turn
around the ornate old room, and as he dances by with
the young girl from Brazil pressed close against his
chest he gives us an impish grin. He looks like a
happy child skipping school. I don't really know him,
but I'm sure that he worked hard somewhere for 50
years, and now it's time for him to play. This slight
rounding man, who I am fairly certain has not been
fighting off women for most of his life, has, at the
unlikely age of 75, become a ladies man. And a good
one at that. He is always immaculately dressed, with
a bottle of champagne chilling on the table, and every
lady in the place knows she is invited to stop by for
a complimentary glass. Beginning ladies from all
countries are always welcome to take a tango lesson,
and the rules of the milonga are always bent early in
the afternoon to accommodate his gentle instruction on
the uncrowded floor. His lessons seem a little heavy
on the ganchos, and especially the deep sacadas, but
the ladies never seem to mind. They get a badly
needed tango class, and a glass of champagne, and he
gets to have the time of his life. What could be
better? The dance always ends with a nice compliment,
and a kiss. A gentle man, and a gentleman. I am
charmed. I have seen my future and it is not on the
golf course.

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