Groove Is In The Heart

I can't think of any physical skill more attractive to women than the ability to dance. Being a surgeon, perhaps, or a tradesman, like a plumber.

Nah, dancing wins hands-down. How often will you need a surgeon or a plumber in a lifetime, versus how often can you dance in a lifetime? Dancing's something you can do every day, and probably should.

Whenever I think of a male dancing role-model, Fred Astaire comes to mind. That's archaic, and more than a little weird considering he was born in 1899 and made movies with Ginger Rogers more than eighty years ago. Surely there are more recent male dancers?

John Travolta circa Saturday Night Fever? (Disco, Yeah!)

Sammy Davis Junior?

Ummmmmm....Gregory Hines?

You see I think this is a huge opportunity for average males like me. Attracting women necessarily has a marketing angle - separating yourself from the competition is part of the game. But the overwhelming majority of guys have a mental block about dancing. Partly that's because there's an effeminate feel to it - incorrectly, BTW - and partly because to be even mildly accomplished takes a lot of mental and physical effort.  

Which brings us to dancing schools. Dancing schools are a kind of anti-matter organization for guys like me. As much as we'd like to try, we don't want to exhibit our complete unco-ordination to a group of strangers. Likewise, we don't want the instructor hectoring us while we are demonstrating just how slow/stupid/clumsy/cloven-hoofed we are.

...no, no NO, like this...two-three...and this two-three...can't you feel the music?...

You understand the mental picture we have - that of a smallish, well dressed man in front of the class speaking contemptuously to the clod with donkey-feet. Me.

The answer is probably one-on-one instruction until I'm good enough for group classes. Given enough patient coaching, time, and practice, there's no reason even I couldn't get half-decent at tango. It's not like I have no rhythm - it just needs a little coaxing.

The reward of being masterful with a woman right up close in public speaks for itself. Olé.



Bottoms Up, Tangoistas.