I don’t like being bad at things. If I do something and I’m not automatically a genius at it I get annoyed. This is probably why I can’t do a lot of things.
But occasionally I go temporarily insane and decide it doesn’t matter if strangers see a chink in my armour of awesomeness, and I give something new a shot. Thus the woman and I went to our first tango lesson last night.
Turns out I needn’t have worried – tango is remarkably straightforward. In fact, it’s really just a two-step process. See if you can master it!
For women, the steps are:
- Stand kind of like this.
- Follow the man.
For men, it’s:
- Be an expert.
- Are you an expert yet?
I admit I’m struggling a little bit with the second part, probably because my shoes aren’t quite pointy enough. I must work on that.
Tango definitely appeals to a man’s sense of being good at things and if it’s taught correctly is really straightforward. It’s more reason than rhythm.
Practice makes imperfect