They held me like they meant it.
I received a cabeceo from far across a dance floor that nearly knocked my socks off.
and I found my tango.
I stopped trying to dance, and started looking for the sweet spot. I'll be honest, I don't know how to do it in open embrace. I don't know how to find it. In close embrace, it's all I need. It's everything I need.
The sweet spot is, for me, that place on a man's chest that, when you connect, you get the most information. Not just about his lead but about his music - what he's hearing in the music, how it's affecting his breathing, his heart beat, the intention radiating through his torso. Once I've found it, even the tiniest changes are completely clear.
Now, instead of evaluating and analyzing, all I do is listen to my partner's breathing, and feel for the "sweet spot". When those elements come together, I have no idea what he's leading or what I'm following or how we look. It all sounds so cliched and melodramatic, but I am wrapped in my leader's breathing and heartbeat - and the sound of his music.
You said it, baby, and you said it so well!
Wow, Mari, if I am ever in Austin I will be sure to try to cabeceo you!
@tangocherie - thank you so much Cherie - your comment means the world to me.
@Mark - you know Austin is lovely this time of year. :) Come to Texas, and I'll be looking for your cabeceo!
Yes! Beautifully put.
Triggered gorgeous memories for me, and got me dreaming of the next time I will get the chance to dance...
Un abrazo, SC
Yes, yes, yes! I know just what you mean. That sweet spot is so good. :)
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