rent boy...

he was tall, dark and no doubt handsome in his day.

on my second night in Buenos Aires, I had hired myself the services of Eduardo for the night.  if I though too much about the fact that I was to pay for our taxi, for his drinks and entrance into the milonga, it would, quite frankly, have creeped me out.  so I chose not to think about it.

the private lesson I had booked that night, reminded me so much of a classic movie scene... "boom boom, boom boom..." (girls, you know what I mean).

the skill that will make me the tango dancer that I so crave is the ability to relax.  this keeps coming up in the lesson.  so of course, I try to relax.  but trying to relax, it turns out, is quite stressful and counterproductive.  and what surprises me is that I am really not very good at it.  which makes me all the more tense because I know that it will hold me back.

he talks to me about the importance of calm, we sit and we listen to the music and discuss how it makes us feel.  we then try to interpret that feeling into our dance.  all the while trying to relax of course.

when we stop and he places a hand on my shoulders with the gentlest of touches, it sends tears rushing to my eyes and a lump in my throat from nowhere.  all of a sudden I am now also suppressing emotions that I didn't know I had had locked up inside me.  but also trying to relax.

reflecting now, I realise that had I felt comfortable enough to cry on his shoulders it may well have been the best tango ever danced, so raw with emotion it would have been.

but then, I'm not sure that that was what this rent boy had bargained for, however much I had paid him.

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