Went to a new, unknown to me, twice-a-month milonga, to see how it looked like. It looked nice. Space, good floor, about 25 seats (more than enough). Candles on the tables. Mp3 tandas of Di Sarli, D'arienzo, De Angelis, four pieces then a country-western cortina. More men. Two couples of men dancing between themselves, much better than the "regular" couples by the way.
After an hour it became obvious that something was missing though: a library. I took this habit in another milonga where they have shelves of books, picking one and read it at the light of the candles. Julius Caesar (Shakespeare), Ficciones (Borges)....
Here an unknown lady came to me.
"Hi Pablo, saw you from a distance and figured I might invite you as I don't know anone here". We had that kind of dance when I feel there is a big difference of levels but can't tell whether the lady is much more or much less experienced than me. It turned out that she had been attending classes for roughly one year, possibly not with the best teachers in town. She also mentioned she had come with a friend, so I felt I had to dance with this one as well.
The friend immediately warned me: she was a neophyte. But aren't we all? Her outfit was saying the opposite, especially the golden, high-heel shoes. I had to concentrate on the shoes because the cleavage was quite spectacular. (And the other parts were not bad either; she looked pretty much like Carmen Electra, to give an idea). But a neophyte she was. The cross was a concept unknown to her. And no, there is no way to lead the cross to a lady who does not know the cross. To my surprise she complimented me, but the surprise vanished as she finished her sentence:
"You're such a fantastic dancer! I saw you dancing salsa at [mentions a salsa club] with [mentions a girl name], it was incredible..."
Phew. She thought I was somebody else. With salsa I can only lead the basics. But this explains her nice dancer outfit, unusual for a neophyte. It was probably one of her salsa outfits. Also, I bet that in real life she's wearing glasses...