I went on a date with an Argentinian tango dancer on Friday night and she wrote a poem about it 💕 #plebchain
✨ Una noche en Charleston ✨
Fluir con alguien tiene ese no sé qué.
After some smiles with swing dance at Redeemers,
we got lost in downtown Charleston with my dancer friend “Step” —
and with that name, we just couldn’t stop walking,
un paso at a time, discovering surprises along the way.
Very conscious of the time inside every step,
we just let it roll.
Photos on South of Broad,
a new hat for me in front of the market,
so I could match him ,
pizza at a very Italian place (but New York style)…with a Stefano team sign and the Sicilian Trinacria flag
Even just looking for a restroom,
we ended up dancing one song to live music.
A lady congratulated us —
I believe somehow we were sparkling ✨ something.
And then someone yelled “Get it boy!” (or something like that…)
while we were soaking in art
in front of a beautiful gallery.
I still don’t know why…
but we laughed.
The night was pure fun.
The scenery helped —
Philadelphia Alley was a plus,
flowers on the façades like gifts for the eyes,
cobblestones beneath our steps,
car collectors framing the streets
like a movie set.
And like tango,
we matched our steps and ritmo along the journey —
a question left in the air:
how to express this night — in one song, one dance, or maybe a tanda?
Charleston,
you gave us a stage,
and we danced it.
