At every milonga you can find him, everyone knows him, at least everyone who visits the respective milonga regularly.
Who usually knows him best are the female dancers. Outside of the dance floor he can be quite nice. However, he has an annoying habit that most women could do without.
I am talking about the milonga babbler, the permanent dancing lecturer who explains to the lady he dances with how to dance the tango during the entire dance.
He is convinced that he´s the only one who knows how to dance, apart from maybe his current tango teacher.
Regardless of whether he is dancing with a
- beginner (preferred option, because he can still really impress her, and she does not contradict him)
- tanguera who dances a lot better than himself who is not impressed, but just rolls her eyes in annoyment
he can’t get his waffle shut (only exception: while dancing with his current revered tango teacher. Of course she must be at least a world-class dancer).
Sometimes it seems a miracle that the other dancers around him can still hear the music. Whether he hears it himself can be doubted. But honestly: For him that´s not so important…
In his boundless goodness he probably thinks that he is doing his dance partners a big favor. Or maybe his vocal cords are just so relaxed that they move uncontrollably every time he takes a breath.
How do women deal with him?
If he’s a nice guy who just tends to talk too much, a method that a friend of ours successfully tried will help.
With the short sentence “Simply shut up and dance!”, delivered with a smile, you can not only save a tanda, but also make nice acquaintances.
If he is one of the notorious know-it-alls who do not understand that the lady does not dance what he wants her to because he simply cannot lead, and not because of the ladies inability, there is only one remedy.
Delete him from the list of your potential dance partners.
The same applies to those who dare not only to annoy their dance partner with constant chatter, but even maneuver them to the ballet bar of the dance studio during the milonga, with the request to do posture exercises there before they´re allowed to continue dancing with him (and if now someone should believe that this is satire, by no means – I saw that with my own eyes).
For the men applies. Should one of you recognize yourself in my description, please heed this little piece of advice:
