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

Tango sieve

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Attended one milonga on Dec 16th and did not dance because
– There were much less lone followers (or groups of followers) than lone leaders and among the couples I did not know anybody well enough to borrow the lady.
– And I wasn’t enjoying the place because it was cold.

Attended another milonga on Dec 17th and did not dance because
– There were much less lone followers (or groups of followers) than lone leaders and among the couples I did not know anybody well enough
to borrow the follower.
– And I wasn’t enjoying the place because of the tobacco smoke-filled air.

Attended another milonga on Dec 24th (Milonga hosts here tend to remain open during the holidays, while the teachers tend to close their studios. I wish it were the other way.)
Here the lone leaders were only slightly outnumbering their female counterparts yet I did not dance because
– The followers were worse than me (well as bad as me but for a longer time; advanced bad dancers, sort of).
– And I wasn’t enjoying the place because of the tobacco smoke-filled air.

Strange phenomenon by the way, this lack of acceptable followers (read: can dissociate, has balance, lets the leader know where her weight is, can hear the beat, knows what a free leg is) and this persistance of so-so ones. It’s like a sieve pan which would keep the gravel and would let go the nuggets.

I’ll have another try tonight. I know the place, I’ve been there a few months ago. There were three of us, the DJ, one lady and me. I carefully let him invite her. She’s not a nugget but he’s a good dancer, he managed to do something.

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