Have patience because here I go again. One of the best things about dancing is that I am able to be so many different persons in one evening just by adopting the style of the person I am dancing with. Yesterday I was served the whole range. I danced with the dance floor’s badass for instance – a rather big guy. Not tall big, but big big, had a red chequered shirt that couldn’t be tuck into his jeans because of the size of his tummy. He was rather sweaty and smelled of beer but goddammit what a dancer. I loved taking possession of the dance floor with his help. Then there is this bearded guy who makes me feel more comfortable than anyone else (there is an expression in Jiddisch that I would like to use to describe him; “motek”, as in sweetie pie). I am so used to “reading” my partners when I dance with them, it is part of the deal, but I am not quite as used to being read. He does. Which always makes dancing with him a pleasure. And then I danced with the elegant, tall guy in black who kind of chases me round the floor. It can actually be rather fun trying to be quick and elegant at the same time, but it would be even more fun if he could slow down on the twos. A contrast is often much more interesting. And then there is this new person. When we dance it is as if the whole dance is one rolling, movement. No beginning, no end. I think I could dance with him forever. Or maybe not. I wouldn’t want to be without the others.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 13:45:27 +0000
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