It is interesting how I have accumulated friends from all over the world, just by dancing tango. When I came here in 2001 during December and January I first met Asa and Corin. The are from Sweden. At the time my friend Allan from San Francisco was here as well. Until last year, it became a tradition for us to meet in December. We shared Christmas and New Years together for 5 years.
Last year Asa and Corin came in July as Corin was sick in December. We have no idea whatever happened to Allen, he dropped off the radar. I was just starting to walk on crutches when they were here. I could not go to milongas They usually come for 6 weeks. By the time they left I was able to walk a little bit without my crutches. I went to celebrate Corin's birthday with friends.
This year we celebrated Corin's birthday in Marini, a beautiful tenerdor libre - buffet. My friends Carlos and Carina were there along with some other people. It is always great to see Carlos and Carina. We catch up on each other's lives. They are a professional couple in tango as well as being partners . The many questions come about me and my former partner. I live for the day when my name is no longer attached to his.
I wonder if people ask him about me as much as they ask me about him. It must drive him crazy that his 15 minutes of fame were with an American whose hip was fractured when he crashed with another car. Well, life marches on, and I am sure one day, this will pass.
While we are eating I mention my boyfriend. Carina's head whips around "Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?" I am still kind of shy about talking about him. I nod, "Yes." "You have a boyfriend and you haven't written about him in your blog?" She demands of me. I am surprised she reads my blog. "You read my blog? " I ask. "Of course I read your blog. Everyone reads your blog." she answers. I know anywhere from 175 - 500 people a day read my blog, it just always surprises me.
I tell her I have mentioned him, but I have not written about him. I tell her that several people have emailed me to ask more about him. I have not wanted to write about him because, you never know. I have this feeling that if I write about him, then next week probably the relationship will blow up. Then I have to explain to all those people that I am once again free. This is the problem when your blog is a diary of your life.
"Where is he from?" she asks. "Oh, he is Argentine..." and before I can finish my sentence she bursts out with "You are with an Argentine?" Strike one... I know this has shocked everyone considering my comments about the men here. Actually no one was more shocked than I, to have found the one crazy man in this country that I can get along with.
I explain to her the Phillippe is a little crazy like me. Sometimes I even forget that he is Argentine and think he is Latino just like my friends from Mexico, Peru, or other Latin American countries. He is a gentleman. He alway helps with my coat, my chair. He is adamant I walk on the "correct" side of him. He watches the street to make sure I am OK. He takes care of me. He has patience with my Spanish, and along with Sandra is teaching me lots of new "words."
By now the whole table is listening to how this seemingly but not true Argentine man hating woman found one Argentine. I am embarrassed to talk about it. "He was my birthday present" I tell them. "We met on my birthday. At a my birthday milonga." I almost cringe when I say this, and Argentine I met in a milonga. Strike 2....
By this time the whole table is listening to me. "Ok, well, I was flitting around talking to people. Then I finally sat down to have some champagne. I noticed this really gorgeous guy looking at me and inviting me to dance. I remember thinking that either he was not from here or he didn't know how to dance or both." When I got up Sandra asked me if I was going to dance. "Si, este tipo es re-guapo" I told her. "No se, el sabe que a bailar, pero es lindo y menos de 70." (This guy is gorgeous. I don't know if he knows how to dance, but he is good looking and younger than 70.)
As soon as I was in his embrace I knew, no sabe que para bailar. (He didn't know how to dance) It didn't matter. He was so good looking and nice. Carlos interrupts. "You should teach him." I told them no thank you. I already tried. I sent him to Mimi. I don't want to argue about tango with him.
He asked me during the tanda to have a glass of champagne with him and I declined. Every time I passed his table he invited me. I would smile and decline. Then he asked me to dance again. This time during the tanda he asked for my phone number. I told him no way. "I don't go with men in the milongas" I told him. "I am not a man in the milonga. I hardly ever come to dance." He informed. I asked "Are you a man?" He nodded yes. "Are you in the milonga?" Again he nodded yes. "OK, then you are a man in the milonga." He told me at that point he had decided he was not going to leave without my phone number.
"How does someone get to know you?" he asked me. "They don't. Not when they are from the milonga." I answered. Then just before the milonga ended he came and sat down at my table. He parked himself in front of me. He gave me his business card. On it he had written his other numbers. "I really want to get to know you." he said. "Men always want to get to know me" I said to him. "I don't know any other way to contact you. I don't come to the milongas often. Here is all my information. Please use it."
I remember smiling at him and asking "Would you like some cake." He took a slice. I looked around to make sure no one was looking. I gave him my card. He gave me a kiss and wished me happy birthday. That was two months ago and we have been together since. He is the greatest guy. Incredible really. Sweet, sincere, and a great communicator. Not to mention handsome.
"What a great story." Carina says. "You have to write about him in your blog." "Nah," I tell her, maybe next month.