(In response to Henry's 'Flirting, With Disaster' post below.)
Rock-step, kick-step, kick-step.
Once you have the footwork in order, you can turn to your partner. Who your partner is, well, that's of no importance here. Make sure you feel comfortable. Turn to her and assume the closed position. 5, 6, 7, 8. Rock-step, kick-step, kick-step. On the next bar, a subtle movement of your left hand will show her your intentions. Tuck-turn, open position. Pass-through. Now you're playing the game, following the pattern. All the other people in the room, gathered in a circle facing each other, are playing the same way. New song, new partner. The girls stand still, while the boys shift one partner clockwise. New girl, same moves. A subtle movement of your left hand will show her your intentions. You're the boy, you have to lead. You know all the moves, and it's up to you. Whether she likes you or not, she'll follow. Whether she likes you at all, you'll never tell. New song, new partner. Dance as metaphor for life.
Of course, life never works quite that way. The boy may not want to lead. The boy may not want to make decisions. The boy may still be having too much trouble finding his feet, searching too hard for the kick-step after the rock-step, to choose the next move. Even as he makes up his mind, he may not be gifted with the subtlety that allows his left hand to show her his intentions. New song, new partner, a smile and an apology. Life as a metaphor for dance.
It was only a one-hour lesson, but it taught me something very valuable. Sometimes I will have to take the lead. Sometimes I will have to show my hand - only a subtle movement is required to show her my intentions. The lesson was on Thursday night. I had the whole weekend in front of me. It is now Monday morning, and over the last three days I think I might have turned a corner. But on this side, the world is full of madness.
Rock-step, kick-step, kick-step.
Once you have the footwork in order, you can turn to your partner. Who your partner is, well, that's of no importance here. Make sure you feel comfortable. Turn to her and assume the closed position. 5, 6, 7, 8. Rock-step, kick-step, kick-step. On the next bar, a subtle movement of your left hand will show her your intentions. Tuck-turn, open position. Pass-through. Now you're playing the game, following the pattern. All the other people in the room, gathered in a circle facing each other, are playing the same way. New song, new partner. The girls stand still, while the boys shift one partner clockwise. New girl, same moves. A subtle movement of your left hand will show her your intentions. You're the boy, you have to lead. You know all the moves, and it's up to you. Whether she likes you or not, she'll follow. Whether she likes you at all, you'll never tell. New song, new partner. Dance as metaphor for life.
Of course, life never works quite that way. The boy may not want to lead. The boy may not want to make decisions. The boy may still be having too much trouble finding his feet, searching too hard for the kick-step after the rock-step, to choose the next move. Even as he makes up his mind, he may not be gifted with the subtlety that allows his left hand to show her his intentions. New song, new partner, a smile and an apology. Life as a metaphor for dance.
It was only a one-hour lesson, but it taught me something very valuable. Sometimes I will have to take the lead. Sometimes I will have to show my hand - only a subtle movement is required to show her my intentions. The lesson was on Thursday night. I had the whole weekend in front of me. It is now Monday morning, and over the last three days I think I might have turned a corner. But on this side, the world is full of madness.
2 people have said things. Say things?:
not to sound too entirely stoned, or spaced out, or receptive to some insane frequency I shouldn't, but I caught a glimpse here.
y'know, that moment where somebody is very much enjoying the crafting of a well worded flow.
I like that.
of course I am writing this at 5:48AM, so that MAY have something to do with it.
waiting for new blog post.
write something?
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