Sometimes you don't know that something will be your last until after it's over. At the Latin dance last night I ran into Alon, one of the Israeli guys I've got to know lately. He's one of the most amazing salsa dancers I've ever danced with. Pure joy - one of the most fun things in the world. He's brilliant, and leads so perfectly that you can follow everything he does - turn, dip, swing.
I wasn't feeling dancy last night; and I wasn't dressed up, hence he didn't ask me to dance (I take no offense. That's how it goes). At the end of the night, boots back on, I heard him say that he's moving to Vancouver in a few days. I'll never dance with him again. Wow.
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