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
By Rachael Leonie.
Before leaving for Buenos Aires, they all told me: you’re going to fall in love.
Little did I know I’d first fall in lust: not with a tall, dark, and handsome Porteño, but rather with the bondiola
By Vivi Rathbone.
First I had my heart broken, then I learned to dance tango. It had to happen in that order.
The night I had my heart broken, I also happened to be hosting a dinner party, so that was convenient
There are some little love stories that you never forget.
I woke up with a hangover. My house was a mess. Wine bottles everywhere. That was a nice little party last night, hey?
I put my apron on at 9am to wash the dishes. As I rolled up my sleeves