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There is a fellow in my tango class whom I like to meet in the milongas, because with him in the place I know that I'm not the worst dancer on the dance-floor. And he likes me for the same reason. We encourage each other
("-You look too much at the floor". "- Oh yeah?; well, you're never in the beat!"), and when one is in doubt
("- I had a bad dance with this lady; could you invite her and tell me whether it was her fault or mine?"), the other gives a
helpful hand ("-She's fine, the fault was yours.")
Last saturday he wanted to invite a gorgeous damzel, but was almost sure that she would decline because of his so-so skills. So he went to me.
"- See this chick?
- The one chatting with the DJ ?
- Yes. I want to invite her. So you go first, you invite her, she refuses...
- She refuses?
- Yes, because she's talking to the DJ, and you're a stranger to her. You come back, I go, and she'll dance with me.
- She'll dance with you?
- Yes, because refusing two invitations in a row would be against the etiquette. This is simply not done. Oh, and when she throws you back, go to the bar, don't come back here, she might notice something."
I was impressed, this was really a well-thought plan. So I went, stopped right in front of her, and without a word I extended my two hands near her face, interrupting her conversation as rudely as I could.
She stood up with a smile. We danced.
"- I'm sorry", I whispered to my fellow a few minutes later, "I did my best; maybe you can invite her later."
"- No. Her boyfriend is here now, she'll dance only with him. Let's go to the bar, and you pay me a beer."
("-You look too much at the floor". "- Oh yeah?; well, you're never in the beat!"), and when one is in doubt
("- I had a bad dance with this lady; could you invite her and tell me whether it was her fault or mine?"), the other gives a
helpful hand ("-She's fine, the fault was yours.")
Last saturday he wanted to invite a gorgeous damzel, but was almost sure that she would decline because of his so-so skills. So he went to me.
"- See this chick?
- The one chatting with the DJ ?
- Yes. I want to invite her. So you go first, you invite her, she refuses...
- She refuses?
- Yes, because she's talking to the DJ, and you're a stranger to her. You come back, I go, and she'll dance with me.
- She'll dance with you?
- Yes, because refusing two invitations in a row would be against the etiquette. This is simply not done. Oh, and when she throws you back, go to the bar, don't come back here, she might notice something."
I was impressed, this was really a well-thought plan. So I went, stopped right in front of her, and without a word I extended my two hands near her face, interrupting her conversation as rudely as I could.
She stood up with a smile. We danced.
"- I'm sorry", I whispered to my fellow a few minutes later, "I did my best; maybe you can invite her later."
"- No. Her boyfriend is here now, she'll dance only with him. Let's go to the bar, and you pay me a beer."
