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Cheat

I tried something new last night and went for Kizomba, after watching it a couple of times and with the encouragement of a new salsa - convert friend, I crossed over to the dark side. *gulp*.

It was kinda fun, also completely disorientating to take everything that Tango tells you NOT to do and amp it up about 10x. One things for sure I get very confused having to swing my hips in a regular direction, and also the energy transfer is much more independent than it is in Tango where you're so reliant on the guy to tell you where to go and for him to be sure of where you are in return.

The heartbeat and the use of newer music overlaid with that pulse is definitely interesting. One thing I can see is how this dance attracts so many more guys than Tango does, there is a far more raw intimacy that borders on full on sexuality, coupled with the rolling that is expected.

Interesting.

I have said though that I cannot take on any more new activities, Tango will always be my drug of choice and even attempting to try another dance feels like I'm completely not being true to myself. The other annoying thing is the fact that when I pick something I want to stick with it, or not at all, hence the intense periods where I throw myself into an activity and then the intense periods where I don't...there isn't an in-between for me really, and some activities stick far longer ala Tango and get deep under my skin.

What this HAS taught me though, is to re-approach Tango again from the viewpoint of someone who is completely clueless. There HAS to be a sequence when you teach beginners classes because you always need to start somewhere. Yes, people do discover as they learn (in a very zen like manner) that "to do nothing is to do something", but there's no way you'll discover it until you learn the words that allow you to form sentences which lead to paragraphs and eventually dissertations. Which revert back to Haiku's and acronyms at the end of the day.

Yup, back to being clueless in a dance! What a strange feeling!

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