This is how it goes: I meet a new leader at a practica or milonga. We have a beautiful dance. He holds me almost reverently. What about me is not OK with this? What makes me say something to diffuse this tension-filled longing? Tonight:
"I'm having trouble finding my center tonight because I'm full of parsnips."
Ack. I think maybe it is not the goal when dancing tango to make your leader snort with laughter?
This was totally true, by the way. I was full of parsnips, cooked by Liz and eaten during TML rehearsal. And it did affect my center. I believe I also used the term "parsnip gut". Sigh.