Love For Two.

This is the story of a powerful love shared by two quiet timid souls as told by my roommate Monica. They shared each other’s lives in a simple existence. Each made the other so much more by just being there together.

This was the life Thelonius knew before he lost the great love of his life.

The day his ladylove passed, she lay there motionless beside him cold and lifeless. And in that most heartrending hour he murmured his good byes, gently nuzzling her neck and let her go.

After that, he simply turned away from those around him. To this day he is cold and unfeeling where once he had been most affectionate. It was as if when the love of his life died, a little piece of him went with her. Monica says he has never been the same since, just simply not the guinea pig he once was.




Protecting the Family Jewels.

Javier and I practiced tango last night and he was showing me a dance move at the end of the evening that was most tricky. It was a wrap into a small tight gancho.

Usually a gancho is a movement that happens when as the follower steps backward and she finds her leg blocked to going any further only has the option to kick her leg around her partner’s in a kind of hooking action.

So Javier some how weaved his legs in mine, our bodies entwined and with a little snap I had just enough space for this little bit of gancho in a foreward motion from me around his leg. It was a weird move and had to be done with the utmost care. It was such a tight wrap position I just had to ask, “Isn’t this a danger to your cahones?” And his response was, “yes the family jewels are in jeopardy”, and then grins this big grin. Like myself he is so impassioned by the dance that he will take any chance out on the floor just for the thrill of an exciting new tango move. Well maybe not just like me, I don’t have to worry about the family jewels or anything. ;)