The Lonely-Hearts-Club Tango Binge, or, Karenina’s Dopamine
Tango was a great distraction.
Maybe I was addicted to the dopamine rush. Tango made me buzz. I could feel my vibration rise when I danced; I’d return late at night, and lie wide awake in bed.
I had danced tango four nights in a row because
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I hadn’t been in a taxi since I’d left Argentina.
I also hadn’t seen a parrilla, or eaten an empanada, or seen Tatiana since I’d left Argentina either.
So this was a big night for me.
Three of us piled into a taxi in SE Portland, and headed
