Avant et apres

Avant Argentine tango,

I planned my life by how much business I do. Now I plan my business according to how much tango I do.

I listened to all sorts of music. Now I only listen to music I can tango to.

The world was full of people. Now its full of people who tango, and the unfortunate souls who don't.

I used to buy clothes/shoes that were cute. Now they have to be cute and I must be able to tango in it.

I used to think chest hair was hot. Then I had to tango to a guy's chest chair in my nose. He was an overachiever, so he had to have 3 buttons undone instead of two. And he HAD to have known how hairy he was. Being rather petite, my face was right in his chest. And it was during a practica, so I couldn't change partners. I turned my head as much as I could, but then the chest hair ended up tickling my ear. I should've just sneezed right into the bush. Man, wish they'd teach you something like that in etiquette class.

I refuse to travel to cities with no tango.

A man is just a man. But if he's also a tango dancer, he's an infinitely interesting man.
A woman is just another woman. But if she dances tango, she's worth knowing.