Tango fever

So last night I went to a milonga (tango hall, also a type of tango apparently) with my landlady Elsie(who goes three times a week). I didn´t attempt dancing, although I could have gone earlier for lessons. It´s not really my style though (unless it can be adapted to Dirrrty) but watching was definitely fun. Not so much for the dancing, which can be a bit impenetrable (especially when there´s lots of people on the dancefloor) but for the social experience and all the rules about choosing partners. The trick about watching it all is not to inadvertently ask someone to dance by looking at them (quite easy to do). I had a lot of fun working out who Elsie was interested in and who she was trying to avoid eye contact with. I did accidentally have eye contact with people a few times but avoided a dance commitment by steadfastly refusing to ever look at them again.