I have started to realize that I practise something that should be called Asocial tango. Not social tango. Asocial. Like the bears in the dictionary.
Most people tango in order to dance with others, socially. To date, to impress a date, to get oh’s and ah’s from people in the milongas or dance studios. They enjoy or crave or strive for that social dimension of tango. To ask someone for a dance or to be asked to dance, that complicated game of people in groups. Tangling here and tangling there.
I am assuming all of this, because I have never ever been to any kind of gathering of people who dance tango. It is not what I do. Not what I would enjoy, crave or strive for in any kind of way.
Not because I don’t like people. I love people. Friends and fun and laughter is the lifeblood of being human.
Not because I don’t like to be seen or stared upon. I spend my days in the spotlight in front of people.
It is just that I chose to start learning tango a few years back with the sole aim of improving as a leader in “real life”. And to fit my schedule I chose private lessons. On my terms. All alone. No group of other people to get to know and interact with.
So when I follow tango communities around the web, and gingerly look at every posting at Tangokompaniets facebook page, and every new clip on their YouTube page… I realize I have no drive whatsoever for infusing “my” tango with the social group dimension. I just want to learn it, for myself. Private lessons.
I have made my efforts very very very public here on this blog. But in my heart and soul I do this only for my own learning’s sake. Completely refreshing for me.
And completely asocial tango.
Like the bears. If they were to tango, that is.