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Tango: my life as a not-so-good leader

And you thought that YOU were the worst dancer in the world ?

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Doomed 

I entered the milonga and immediately noticed this tall, thin brunette with a ponytail. Dressed in black. Not the gothic black, more along the lines of latex black. Skin-tight trousers, and a laced top. Supple, prompt to react, smiling easily. A girl, not a lady. Attractive. And the ponytail...mmmm...I've always liked girls with ponytails.
Typically the kind of follower whom I'd never dare invite. Her leader though was not that good. Tall, yes, so maybe she had accepted to dance because their respective heights matched well, but really he was nothing special.

Seconds later I met the friend who had asked me to come, a guy in the same A.T class, and we began our usual unsure leaders stuff: watching the couples dancing, having a beer, commenting, ranting, and declining the occasional invitation. Three hours later came the signal (A.T teachers appearing on the dance floor) that I had to leave. My friend stayed in, because he wanted to take a few shots of these teachers and advanced dancers with his new video camera.

A few days later, after our class and while we were walking to the metro station, he asked me:
"- Errr...Did you see this girl in black last sunday at in milonga?
- Hardly...Now that you tell me maybe I remember more or less...
- Well, I danced with her!"

This was as plausible as his being invited for a five-o-clock tea by Queen Elizabeth. There aren't that many leaders here as clueless as me, but he sure belongs to this select group. He went on and unveiled the whole story as was told to him by the brunette in latex while they were dancing. She was a former stripper. Nobody knew (or nobody cared) until a certain milonga last year. A kind of multi-faceted happening with tango, clowns, jugglers and...a strip-tease, done by hers truly. From then on the A.T community saw her as a lost girl and began to reject her. Husbands coming to the milongas with their wives were the first to stop inviting her, then the teachers, and little by little she found herself sitting most of the time.

"- Now, I'm doomed," my friend added, "people saw me."

I'm considering getting doomed too... if I ever happen to see the girl with a ponytail again...


...Sorry had to hide the comments about this post because of commercial spam...

posted by Pablo  # 10:03 AM

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