Tango with me, if you may

Dancing. I'm kinda of those persons who always dwell one thing at a time. This time it's dances, specifically the wonderful tango.

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Whenever I hear someone say tango, my hearts starts to beat faster. For me, tango is the South-American, sexy tango with beautiful animality while dancing and nearly sex-experiences. It's one of those dances that you are not completely sure if you should watch or not, those tangoes I've seen.. they have looked more like a foreplay.

Anyways, why do I suddenly think so much about tango? Because while on monday dancing with a different partner.. Let's call him Prince Charming the Second just cause we can *smirk* I maybe felt one small tingle of the true tango. When he dipped me and smiled, or when he held me so tight to him that I sometimes felt there was no room for me to breathe and I had to sniffle his aftershave and god I've been eating chocolate few times more. (he had something chocolatey in his aftershave. chocolatey and mint, it must have been mint, he smelled so fresh and .. maybe I'm just going to stop now telling about how incredible the Prince Charming II was. ) So, after that tango experience (okay, it was the classical European version of it, but still, the music was there) I danced with my partner.

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He is a curious person, that one. He had had an awful day on monday, yet the moment we started dancing, he turned into a Duracel bunny. The bunny made one and half big steps, jumped up and down up and down. He did the most wonderful things, if this just had been some ballet. Yet, with tango, not holding me properly (there would have fitted between us two and a half men.

Today I made him prove that he was man enough to do many things for me. He insisted on carrying the books, when my locker broke he spent good fifteen minutes fixing it, there was even this one time when he was so proud looking when he saw me nearly tripping and "saved me" - then held me next to him for five minutes. For him, to be a man is apparently to be the powerful one. While dancing he doesn't feel powerful enough, not  manly enough (my assumption)

The task of these weeks- find a dress and get my partner to feel man enough.


- Liz

The Black Heels to Kill for

Ever been in a shoe shop one day after school starts, feeling very blue because of everything, and then had this HEUREKA- thing? I did. We were with my girls just discussing some school related stuff, my gaze just "because of habit" looking at the shoes, including the reduced prizes- shoes. You know, it's a must that you look at every single shoe in there, sometimes try it on (habit, again, you don't even have to like the shoe that much) and then put it back saying "not comfy" or "oh my, who would pay that much for this pair?".

Practically, this is something that you are supposed to do. So I HAD to try those black heels, I had to walk in them, while chatting with my friends, and I had to look in mirror. At that moment I was like snapped from a trance. My god, my legs looked good. Tall, sexy and incredibly comfortable. Three things that make those shoes so amazing. Not to forget the prize- 20€.

So what does this dimwit girl do? She said that okay, I'll try them on tomorrow, (If they will still be there!!!) and then decide. F*ck the voice of reason. Why couldn't I just be on my own that time, so that no one would say to me if it's wrong or bad idea or what I could do with the money.

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Now, I'll probably not buy them. Just cause they will be sold tomorrow at four pm. (My guess. why would anyone want to leave so wonderful shoes not bought and rotten in the shop?!)

-Liz (already crying after the shoes)