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Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Tanguera Tales: Carlos




Listen, sister. I don’t dance and I can’t take time out now to learn.
--Frank W. Wead, U.S. screenwriter

Carlos, for someone one meets in a Buenos Aires milonga, had everything: his own one-bedroom apartment, a job, some English, and good looks-- gorgeous full lips, huge soulful dark eyes, and a head of thick black hair.

He was actually single, and generous, too, and always paid for everything. He gave Roxanne dozens of beautiful roses, and often lugged a giant English/Spanish dictionery around on their dates so they could communicate better. Sweet, thoughtful, honest, all that. A good man.

He also had cockroaches in his apartment, millions of them. Who can live like that? Roxanne wondered. What kind of person doesn’t do something about it? Moreover he wasn’t good in bed. And those nights she stayed with him, she wasn’t happy either in the bed or playing tippy-toe with the roaches in the bathroom. He would fix her breakfast in the mornings, but she was afraid the food had cucaracha footprints on it.

When she returned to Toronto, he wrote her romantic and sweet emails.

A voice inside tells me that surely in the future I will be near you.
I have nice dreams, dreams which were sweet and quiet. In my
country times are very hard. I tell you that only the milonga
makes people happy . But one person will be in my dreams,
because without them life is sad. I remember you.


I would like that our friendship will be stronger than any virus
and will never be destroyed. I am an idealist and romantic.
The life is short too if when one realises the time passed.
Only the deep feelings remain in our life and you have marked
my heart. Our spirits will see the next century.

We`ll dance tango and this way our souls will be joined forever.

The big problem for Roxanne was that he couldn’t dance.

Well he thought he could, but he was terrible. Dreadful. Roxanne hated dancing with him, he only did two steps and those without any relation to the music. Yet she really liked him as a person, his kindness, sweetness, good humor. That’s why she went out to dinner with him, went for walks, to the movies. That was preferable to seeing him at the tango dances because it was awkward trying to dodge him.

It got so she wouldn’t look at him at the milongas to avoid dancing with him, wouldn’t even say hello, and she could see him eyeing her angrily from across the room as she danced with others. She felt awful, and wasn’t surprised when one day he very bluntly told her not to email him when she returned home or contact him ever again, it was over.

Maybe they could have worked out the roaches and the sex thing, but his dancing—never! Too bad, Carlos was the only decent guy with honorable motives Roxanne ever met in Buenos Aires.

8 comments:

miss tango in her eyes said...

Well perhaps if he was better in bed, it might have worked out.

Cherie said...

Perhaps...but we'll never know!

Tina said...

Cockroaches give me the heeby-jeebies! I think I could deal with him not dancing if he had a cockroach-free apartment.
If he were better in bed, I bet it could have been conducive to better Tango as well? I guess we shall never know... ;-)

Cherie said...

So do you think that "better in bed" translates to the tango floor? Or vice versa?

Sounds like another post coming on!
Or maybe an anonymous poll! ;)

A lot of people don't have cockroaches; entonces...?

miss tango in her eyes said...

Well his tango might not necessarily be better, if he were good in the sack. But she may have over looked his lack of skills on the dance floor. I think I would prefer a better lover than dancer....come to think of it....

Cherie said...

Then, Miss Tango, it's better in my opinion not to look for him in the milonga.

Coog said...

I like this. It's very clever.
It's all about priorities, the things that matter and the ones that don't, but most of all about the things that shouldn't matter - but do.

Cherie said...

Thanks,Coog.
Fortunately or unfortunately, I guess everything matters!