Here she is, a real sweetie who can indeed dance – the woman’s part, but as for doing the man’s part, she’s just not a natural. So what we’re doing, for me anyway, it’s more like an exercise class. It’s plenty of fun, sure, but it’s not Dancing.
We memorize routines. And then doing them means I’m always thinking about what comes next.
Dancing is when I Don’t have to think about what comes next. The MAN has to think about what comes next. Today we spent an hour piecing together a routine that, once we got through the whole thing, I realized, I have this all many times before with Miguel in Guanajuato without having to give it a thought. Now That was Dancing.