me: "how come everyone loves dancing with him so much?"
tanguera: "he finds something special in every person."
me: "i will remember this forever."
my current master alternative sets
grin and bear it
dear diary,
i have a bad thought.
i have been following quite a bit. i enjoy (sometimes very very much) some leaders. and then there are those... and i keep thinking, "omg, is what's going on inside my head also in those women who dance with you?"
horrified... what if I am one of those leaders...
ok ok ok snap out of it.
i have a bad thought.
i have been following quite a bit. i enjoy (sometimes very very much) some leaders. and then there are those... and i keep thinking, "omg, is what's going on inside my head also in those women who dance with you?"
horrified... what if I am one of those leaders...
ok ok ok snap out of it.
small talk
dear diary,
i don't know what to do. it's one thing that so many of my dances have been fantastic. what's driving me nuts are the moments between songs. there isn't anything that i want to say. i just have this silly grin on my face. i can't even look at my partners, because i know i have this silly grin on my face, thus i look silly. i mean, we just shared a great moment, and now what do i say? "so tell me how are things?" or, "did you hear that piece on npr about oxytocin?" "isn't this a wonderful spring day?"
how do you go from sublime to chitchat??? ????????
so what happens? we dance. we separate. i have silly grin. i don't know what to say. i say whatever. and as quickly as i can, i return to the embrace.
i don't know what to do. it's one thing that so many of my dances have been fantastic. what's driving me nuts are the moments between songs. there isn't anything that i want to say. i just have this silly grin on my face. i can't even look at my partners, because i know i have this silly grin on my face, thus i look silly. i mean, we just shared a great moment, and now what do i say? "so tell me how are things?" or, "did you hear that piece on npr about oxytocin?" "isn't this a wonderful spring day?"
how do you go from sublime to chitchat??? ????????
so what happens? we dance. we separate. i have silly grin. i don't know what to say. i say whatever. and as quickly as i can, i return to the embrace.
...
i watch him; i do not process what i see, only that i am witness. i strain to not analyze. just take it all in. let it all be inside my mind. let my body learn to express it... in time.
smooth balance
friend: "you know, i dance with you, with tangueroX, with tangueroY, with tangueroZ. you are all martial artists... and all so smooth."
me (nodding)
friend: "i was so surprised in the beginning. i thought that you [plural] would be so strong and tough..."
me: "when i am not smooth, that's when i lose as a fighter."
friend: "hmmm"
me: "it's hard to be in balance right?"
friend: "yes."
me: "now imagine holding that balance when your opponent is trying everything he knows to take that away from you."
friend: "i see."
me (nodding)
friend: "i was so surprised in the beginning. i thought that you [plural] would be so strong and tough..."
me: "when i am not smooth, that's when i lose as a fighter."
friend: "hmmm"
me: "it's hard to be in balance right?"
friend: "yes."
me: "now imagine holding that balance when your opponent is trying everything he knows to take that away from you."
friend: "i see."
what men talk about
(three tangueros)
t1 (to t2): "where do you get your pants?"
t2: "it's a long story..."
t1: "i have such a hard time looking for pants that have the right cut..."
t1, t2, t3 (all nod)
t1: "i end up having to buy pants that are just right at the bottom, but way too big around the waist."
t1, t2, t3 (knowing nods, in total agreement)
t3: "so what happens?"
t1: "well, it gets all bunched up at the front."
t2: "or worse, at the back."
t3: "thus explains why no tanguero ever tugs his shirt."
t2: "hey, show us!"
t1 (stands up, pulls up his shirt...)
t2, t3 (burst into loud laughter): "yup!"
t1 (to t2): "where do you get your pants?"
t2: "it's a long story..."
t1: "i have such a hard time looking for pants that have the right cut..."
t1, t2, t3 (all nod)
t1: "i end up having to buy pants that are just right at the bottom, but way too big around the waist."
t1, t2, t3 (knowing nods, in total agreement)
t3: "so what happens?"
t1: "well, it gets all bunched up at the front."
t2: "or worse, at the back."
t3: "thus explains why no tanguero ever tugs his shirt."
t2: "hey, show us!"
t1 (stands up, pulls up his shirt...)
t2, t3 (burst into loud laughter): "yup!"
buzz
(between songs)
me: "whoa. inspiration! i tried a couple of moves that i had never done before."
partner: "uh huh..."
me: "you know what, i need to wear those buzzer motors, like the ones in cellphones."
partner: "ha ha."
me: "this way, when i do a cool new move, you will feel the buzzer, and then you will say, 'hey! that was a really cool new move.' and i will feel super manly cool."
partner: "ha ha."
(somewhere in the music... i do the cool new move.)
me: "buzz."
me: "whoa. inspiration! i tried a couple of moves that i had never done before."
partner: "uh huh..."
me: "you know what, i need to wear those buzzer motors, like the ones in cellphones."
partner: "ha ha."
me: "this way, when i do a cool new move, you will feel the buzzer, and then you will say, 'hey! that was a really cool new move.' and i will feel super manly cool."
partner: "ha ha."
(somewhere in the music... i do the cool new move.)
me: "buzz."
understanding
partner: "be careful, he is right behind you."
me: "no worries. he knows where i am."
partner (pause): "i see... you guys have an understanding..."
me (thinking to myself): "i love being in the line where there is mutual trust."
me: "no worries. he knows where i am."
partner (pause): "i see... you guys have an understanding..."
me (thinking to myself): "i love being in the line where there is mutual trust."
license
partner: "they should require licenses!"
me: "ha ha ha!!! yes! like a driver's test, people need to pass a test to earn their tango license."
me: "ha ha ha!!! yes! like a driver's test, people need to pass a test to earn their tango license."
drool
in the middle of a great set, in close embrace...
oh oh... i release my left arm to quietly (of course she is unaware of this most embarrassing faux pas)...
"just wiping off my drool."
she bursts into laughter.
oh oh... i release my left arm to quietly (of course she is unaware of this most embarrassing faux pas)...
"just wiping off my drool."
she bursts into laughter.
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