it takes 2 2 tango

i did the tango with a stranger yesterday in the wee hours of the morning.
halfway down 32nd street, approaching 7th avenue.
it was 8:40something.
i was late.
again.
so i took off running because the 12 second window to cross the street had arrived and was quickly passing.
i just barely missed a woman with a HUGE bag, and instead ran smack into my dance partner:
a short, red-haired, pear shaped dude in sporty tennis shoes.
we lightly collided and, chest to chest, moved ever so slightly to the left and then to the right, together, trying to read which way the other wouldn't go.
for just over a few seconds, we danced.
"what the christ are you doing?" he hissed.
"what the christ are YOU doing, asshole?" i replied over my shoulder, blushing.
he shook his head and went on his way.
i went on mine.
and the day was off to a shining start!

so this post is for you, my day-walking tango partner...
for the laughs i now have while reliving our special moment in time...