I have always really liked the actual date of my birthday: 11/11.
I've always thought it was a kick-ass cool number with all of those 1s. (Plus, it's a national holiday and when I was little, I just assumed we all got the day off of school because it was my birthday, not realizing that we owed an enormous debt of gratitude to those who had died in the service of our country. Now I know better and am more appreciative of people and events other than myself. Or I try.)
But, back to me.
For my birthday, I do not want a cake made out of tofu.
What I really want for my birthday is my own Tango Angel. Practicas, milongas, whatever. Someone fun to dance with on an occasional/regular basis. Is there a Tango Angel in San Francisco for me?
CALLING ALL TANGO ANGELS: I hope you will grant my birthday wish.
If not, I may assume one or all of the following:
- Tango Angels do not read this blog.
- Most of the people who read this blog are women.
- You are shy.
Out-of-town Tango Angels may also apply, but that means I have to take a raincheck unless you have a pending visit to San Francisco. Or if I end up in your hometown someday.
If you are an interested local Tango Angel, please don't keep me waiting. I will wear a white carnation in my lapel if you want.
Or maybe a gardenia.