A group of friends of mine from San
Francisco came to visit me in my apartment in San Francisco. They had been in Buenos Aires for about
2 weeks. They told me when they
first came, they were dancing quite a bit, but now they were not dancing that
much. They said it was happening
to them in all of the milongas.
I was surprised. They are all fairly attractive women, and they all dance
well. Well enough to be dancing a
significant amount of the time. We
continued to talk about the milongas when one of the women made the comment “I
give them one song and then I leave the floor.” I was horrified.
“You do what?” I said to
her. They all looked at me like I
was some kind of idiot. Another
one of my friends patiently explained to me “I don’t want to waste my time
dancing with someone who doesn’t know how to dance. So if he is not a good
dancer I just leave the floor.”
I was shocked. Who the hell did these women think they were? In my very best Miss Christianson
voice. (Miss Christianson was my 3rd grade Home Room teacher) I told
them, “Here in Buenos Aires, you need to earn the right to walk off the
floor. What you are doing is
rude. No wonder no man wants to
dance with you.” I explained to
them that by walking off the floor and leaving the man standing there it was
insulting. No man wants to be left
on the floor by a woman. Everyone
sees this. Because they were doing
this routinely, the men in the milongas were not inviting them.
What was the response of the women? “Hey we
are just dumb tourists.” Dumb
tourists or not it is rude. When a
man invites me to dance, I have accepted his invitation. If the man is not as good a dancer as I
thought he would be, whose fault is that? Does this give me the right to insult him and walk off
the floor? No it does not. How many men struggled through dances
with me? Many in those first
years, and they never left me on the floor. Not one of them.
There are exceptions. I have had men who were hurting me. Who were really bad dancers, where it
was absolutely impossible to dance with them. It was obvious to anyone watching. In this case I very politely tell the man, I am sorry, but I
really need to sit out the rest of the tanda. I usually dance 2 of the songs. Usually they know there is a problem.
The other exception is when you get a total
jerk. This is a guy
who tries to tell you how to dance, who is completely obnoxious. In this case, I simply tell them that I
think they would be more comfortable dancing with someone of their own
level. I thank them, and leave the
floor.
In my situation, people know my level of
dance. When I leave the floor,
they want to know what happened.
It is not a black mark against me.
The men will continue to dance with me. I have earned the right to leave the floor.
There is never a substitute for good
manners in any situation. Before
you end that dance, think about how you might feel if you were the one who was
going to be left standing in the middle of the floor.
I always tell the women who visit me; a
tanda is maybe 12 minutes of your life.
When you think of how long you are going to live, how important is that
12 minutes?
Beso,
Deby
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