I went to another show at the San Martin Theatre. It's a very old production called Giselle (originating in Paris). I watched the second act. Oh it was LOVELY!
Afterward, I was walking down the steps of the theatre when my tango professor said hola!
He was walking the same way, so we headed off together and talked about how great the production was. Then he asked if I wanted to grab something to eat.
This isn't a date. I don't think. No, of course not, he's more than twice my age. Duh, just food.
"Si." I responded.
Over pizza and wine we talked about dancing and our lives. Then things got strange. He kept complimenting me, but then he wouldn't stop. The whole night. Then...he told me I was sexy.
Uhhhh, what?
Yeah. awkward.
So he insisted on taking the cab ride with me home. I realized he was interested in me. I'm not interested in him like that.
tomorrow I have tango class. I think he is unprofessional and shouldn't have crossed that line, but I've already paid for classes. Please, God, don't let things be weird.
Seriously the men here are STRANGE!
