I had a fabulous tango weekend, danced a lot. The highlight of it was that I saw one of my favorite local leaders who I had thought was gone away for good. In fact, he had been on a long trip, indeed, and just came back. He seldom dances, so I hardly ever had a chance to dance with him. But at a few occasions that I did, it was wonderful. I believe dancing with him even saved my nascent tango life once. Maybe I will blog that story sometime, but not now. Anyway, against all odds, I entertain the hope that we can dance more in the future.
The Friday practica turned into a crazy, crowded, lots-of-fun milonga. Among others, I had a few nice sets with my newfound Tango Sweetheart. I will go ahead and call him that. Perhaps it is too soon, but I really like him that much. I caught myself missing his embrace when I have not been in it for a while. And he seems to like me too... I think I will just enjoy the ride, and not over analyze for now.
Also, I had a blast dancing with a leader I remember drooling over a while ago, but sorta giving up on him lately. My friends usually refer to him as a "handsome black guy". He turned to be as wonderful to feel as to look at, if not more. Very graceful, light, sensitive, appreciative partner. Totally my kind. He gave me nice compliments, so I am looking forward to dancing with him again.
On the contrary, another leader I wanted to try for a while, (I called him "a ballet dancer"), was somewhat disappointing. He looked much better than he actually felt. I only can guess what we looked like together from the outside as a couple. Perhaps we looked good, even. I will dance with him again and see how it goes.
I also had a chance for the further investigation on "the bad milonga guy". I still have not discovered what was wrong with him. Something certainly is. But now I know what is right about him. His embrace is just amazingly comfortable. It is a pleasure to be in his arms. Am I willing to compromise about everything else I like about tango for that pleasure? I cannot tell right now. I know some people do. Will see.
I had a nice surprise last night. One of my usual ones, who is not bad, but generally on a boring side, for some reason -- was it a tango festival that just happened? -- felt very inspired, and threw in a lot of very cool, playful stuff. Of course, I responded with great enthusiasm. I thoroughly enjoyed that tanda. He later asked me for more, but I was already putting my street shoes on... and he still is not the kind of a leader I would change back into my tango shoes for. Although last night it was surprisingly special dancing with him.
On a side note -- what really strikes me in good leaders, that they know exactly where my feet are at any point. No matter how sloppy my footwork can be, how approximately I followed the lead, they just know. And use it. That great leader from South blew me away with it that unforgettable Saturday night we danced. The "tall, dark, and handsome" local guy was exactly like that, too. How do they manage, I have no idea, but it feels totally amazing. At times they appear to be aware of my own feet more than I am!
A person who takes such a great concern for your body. I used to call that "a lover" in my previous life. It is called "a great tango partner" nowadays, I gather.
Oh my, it is a full blown addiction. I admitted to the Sweetheart that for the last few weeks I danced tango almost every night, at a practica if not at a milonga. Tonight I am staying in, pampering my feet and watching TV. But honest truth, I would rather be out trying my new tango shoes.
Well, next weekend should bring plenty. Tango-week is in town. Must stay sane. But it is just too much fun.
Sans deconner. C'est le pied.
Update: I am not sure when and how did it happen, but now I know where the leader's feet are pretty much at any given moment, too :)
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