Tropical Zen

Last night, Tuesday, I went to the practica at Cheryl Burke studios, this huge chain of dance studios and met Marc, one of the gay tangueros here in SF. We had some wonderful dances, and he introduced me around to other people there, including Christy Cote (part of Tango Con*Fusion, the all-women’s tango performance group). Good times, and I didn’t sit out any dances I didn’t want to. Marc says he doesn’t really like close embrace, but I found it to be clear and sweet and a lot of fun and he seemed to enjoy it with me. Maybe he just hadn’t found the right person to dance it with yet.

Compare and contrast with this evening, at the Cellspace Alternative Milonga, which I had thought was a practica. Oops. I got directions to the wrong place, ended up at a different tango studio (La Pista) a mile away, and tried to figure out how to get to where I was going without having the correct address. The building owner heard me on the phone, and not knowing the story came to kick me out; I explained that I *had* come for the tango, just to the wrong place, and he was very kind. I met Nila who walked with me to Cellspace, but that was very crowded and the floor was just plywood, so it was sticky and harder to move on. I sat down where there was space to sit, and spent the next several tandas with that awful sinking feeling which happens when I realize I’m at a strange place where I don’t know anybody and I’m not going to find anyone to dance with. I hate dances like that, and I was already mildly annoyed at having gotten the wrong address. If I’d been able to make it on time, I would have attended the class before the milonga and met some people I could dance with later. I’ve found that generally, if I attend the classes I find people who really enjoy dancing with me, and it is much more comfortable asking for dances later in the evening. If I just show up somewhere, unknown and untested, nobody knows if I’m a fun dance partner or not.

It’s not that I have such a hard time asking people to dance because I’m afraid they’ll say no. A very important aspect of asking is that they get to say no; otherwise, it’s not asking, it’s a demand. Nope, it’s really just that I’m terrified to talk to strangers, to initiate a conversation without a good reason. I’m not confident enough that I can just go somewhere and pretend they’re all my friends; I’m not creepy enough to prey on beginners; and truthfully, I’d rather be following, and that’s a really hard thing to ask for in a community with such highly specific gender roles.

Teachers say again and again that it would be better for leaders if they spent their first 6 months or so as a follower, so that they could learn what the follower’s feet are doing before they have to figure out how to get them to do it. But I don’t see the community support for such an endeavor; men are easily embarrassed, that they are dancing at all is a Big Deal; starting them out dancing with other men will not have much appeal for straight men. Now, if you had a large pool of women who lead and would be willing to adopt a few beginners, *that* could be a motivating situation. But generally, the women who lead are very experienced followers. What could motivate them to work with beginning men, I don’t know.

Ultimately, Nila came to my rescue just as I had given up and was leaving. She introduced me to a few friends and we danced a few dances, which were difficult because of the crowd and the floor. But we had a pretty good time anyway. Another woman came up to me just after that and asked if she could lead, and we spent some time switching leads about every song, and that was nice. It doesn’t really seem like a good place to work on stuff, though, only a place to show off how good you are. That’s part of what I don’t like about milongas; I’m still working, still playing, and not nearly good enough as a leader to show off. Not really, unless you think simple moves and good musicality is showing off, but it seems like half the time I can’t get my partner to groove in the music with me; usually, she’s just following steps.