I think I need to stop trying to see things in such absolute terms and simply accept the fact that sometimes, in some places, with some partners, I enjoy things that, under other circumstances,* I do not like. I believe this is called being human?
(I feel sorry for anyone trying to guess what I might be open to on any given night, though.)
* That is, the vast majority of the time. In order to be happy trying nuevo/stagy dancing, I have to be in a particularly good, adventurous, confident mood; in a place where I will not be a danger or an annoyance to other couples, or generally clash with the atmosphere of the milonga; and only with certain very good leaders (otherwise I have no idea what I'm supposed to do). The stars do not align this way very often, and I'm mostly happiest with my usual discreet, classic, musical milonguero style.
Mario Calarota - March 16, 1936 — Last night I decided to start calling the milongueros again on their birthdays as I had done for so many years. Today I called Mario. F...
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