Sunday, January 11, 2009

The rose between his teeth

"I have a tango lesson tomorrow night," she mentioned.

His face got wistful, his hand went to his chest. "Tango is a feeling... I would love to learn it well someday. Of all the more structured partner dances, tango is perhaps the least strict in terms of rules. But, the man still initiates. I'm not sure I like that."

To her, that sounded like the essential nature of yin and yang played out on the dance floor. Yang having the direction, and yin open and following his lead. To her, a well cultivated yang seemed refreshing. She looked at him intently. "What's wrong with that?" she asked.

"I think it's good for a woman to initiate sometimes," he gave her a look she tried not to read much into.

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