i am on travel, of course, with shoes in my pack.
it's awkward being a guest. i don't know anyone, and no one knows me.
in the course of the night, i dance with two fantastic women, both (i found out later) teachers. by fantastic, i really mean that they are both accomplished, elegant, fluid...
my experience with them... with one, the connection is sublime, emotional, to the point that after each song, as we wait for the next, i strain to hold back tears. with another, clinical. i feel that she challenges me, as if i am a student, and that when i am not crisp enough, then she shows me that i had made a mistake. all this, of course, without words, but simply in the responses of her body, her steps, to my invitations. she does none of this harshly. nonetheless, i feel uncomfortable.
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within a set, between songs, a desire, a longing to begin the next, versus accounting the time until a proper and respectful disengagement.
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