Uno tango mas, the conclusion
Subject: Uno tango mas, the conclusion
From: John Knefel <johnknefel@gmail.com>
Date: 9/10/10, 11:26
To: John Knefel <johnknefel@gmail.com>

Folks!

First of all, thanks to everyone who read the essay I sent out yesterday.  Thanks even more to those of you who reposted it, commented, etc.  Like I said yesterday, even if you don't feel like reading it, just clicking on the link helps me out. 

Part II can be found here, and, if you missed it, Part I can be found here.  Here's your teaser:

So there I was, in the unlikely position of having to take dance lessons to try to reignite what was once a sordid love affair.  I felt like more a middle-aged man trying to save his marriage, a position decidedly less sexy than holing up in an airport hotel for two hours.

Watching the honest-to-god professional Tango dancers for thirty minutes during the open-dance period before our class started instilled in me a fear so primal it defies description.  Buenos Aires is the home of Tango.  We were taking lessons with the best instructors in the city.  I hadn’t taken a dance class since my sophomore year of high school, during which we learned to Salsa dance by a fat white guy who had never been south of Missouri.

Again, I really appreciate it, and have a good weekend everybody.

John