Dance Imitates Life
I’ve been learning salsa recently. I’m still pretty awkward, but I have a lot of fun. The other night I had a blinding flash of the obvious. The man must lead. No, I mean, the man really MUST lead. That’s the whole point of the dance.
A man can be a terrible dancer and cause the couple to trip over each others shoes, and the woman will laugh about it and keep dancing. A woman, however, has little tolerance for any partner who will not confidently lead her.
February 13th, 2006 at 8:50 pm
That’s part of your be-a-real-macho training, right ?
February 16th, 2006 at 8:53 pm
umm, err, isn’t that the way it was supposed to be before feminism and PC?
February 17th, 2006 at 12:03 pm
> isn’t that the way it was supposed to be before feminism and PC?
That stuff is best left at the office where it belongs.
To a woman, a guy who always says “I don’t know, what do you want to do?” or who always has to confirm his every little decision with her is just as boring as a guy who says something like “OK. This song, you get to lead.”
It’s not about controlling the girl or telling her what to do. It’s about leading. It’s a dance not a competition.
February 17th, 2006 at 12:04 pm
> That’s part of your be-a-real-macho training, right ?
That right. Next week, I start riding mechanical bulls!