Andy from StLouie arrived on Thursday evening at the milonga, with his lady and to check out the scene here in Portland. I noticed this handsome stranger from afar across the room and also noticed several regulars going to him and shaking hands, etc etc-obviously welcoming him. So, said I to my young lovelyfriend, Caitie, I think I’ll go introduce myself too.  And so I did. And, so you dance tango, said I. Yes.  And not skipping even one beat: Would you like to dance? he said,  with amazingly wide and expectant eyes! And we did . . . and he DOES indeed dance tango–lovely and well. AND this one has a way with words – – – after the second song he smiled a big, beautiful smile and let slip out between that shiny white smile, such a word: Wicked!   Ahhhh, such a delightful compliment.  I soaked ait all up! Happy, happy me! This only to be exceeded by his comment today-after we danced at the Sunday matinee practica, and-in reference to the way I dance turns–( naturally-my beloved teacher Alex Krebs gets all the credit!)—Perfect! Andy smiled. I have never done it like that–it’s perfect! Ahhhh . . . .she is thinking: I am his forever now–anytime he visits our fair city–I must dance with him . . .he really is quite, quite lovely:-)