tango tonight

watching them leave, he smiles one more time and says that tomorrow, he is coming to taste that pastry that is still in the process of my making. i lock the door feeling tired. we make progress on talking - there are no stupid quiet moments no more - i thought one cant fix if the second or third time alone theres noting to say - and i am truly enjoying this friendship first way. but after getting accustomed to a quick, american, dating - i feel its too long before the first kiss. hm... or... nah, no time for over-thinking.

come with us, a tango concert, just a few minutes walking, italians say. i agree, dont know why - i thought i had grown up from that nodding-to-everything age. the music is nice; i sit in the front row, falling asleep. only the couple that shows off their choreography in the middle wakes me up - i am quite scared that her heels will smash my feet. my thoughts are heading different way - i have to hang the laundry when i get home, finish the dishes, and take a hot shower. hot showers are pleasurable. i have no time for putting panties on, the sleep is quick, the rain strong and calming.

i dream about the next, argentinean, tango concert - discounted especially for me and my date - i got a flier for when leaving.