Tonight I am taking some time off tango. But of course, it occupies my thoughts. I took a nap, worked in the garden a bit, am reading a book now, but tango is always on the background.
On Tuesday I skipped my usual class and went to the milonga instead. I had a lot of fun practicing cabeceo. Several memorable things happened.
One of them, I finally danced with one of the local teachers. It did not go very well, to say the least. I tend to blame myself. I was off balance, could not pick his lead a lot. But on the second thought, perhaps, I didn't do so badly. I should just remember for the future, when it doesn't go well, I better not to apologize and show the leader that I believe it is my fault. It is just not cool.
Another thing, I met a very nice leader from out of town. I had a few tandas full of fun, interesting steps with him. I think he liked me. He invited me to his milonga. Quite frankly, it is a bad commute. I hope he will show up again at a more convenient location.
Also, this week I got a surprise -- some practice time with the ex. What can I say. It was good. But given our history, I better not have any expectations.
Everything I learned in the private lesson last Sunday seems to work just fine. I will put it into more testing this weekend at the milongas.
I have been practicing a lot lately. It is time to relax and have some fun.
Update. A few weeks later, I danced with the "infamous" instructor again. It went very well that time. When I shared my joy with the partner, his reply was, "Wow, you must be really good. All the girls I know have complained how extremely hard to follow the guy is."
Very recently, after one milonga where dancing with my teacher did not feel as stellar as usual, I caught myself on that again. I guess on the outskirts of my subconscious I still had that "he is a maestro, he cannot be in the wrong. So if it does not work, it must be all my fault". How very silly. I should know better by now.
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