Of all the dances I can think of I don’t like the Tango. Not least because of the saying “it takes two”. It’s a fallacy. Sometimes, in life, it only takes ONE to upset the apple cart.
As an aside, and irrelevant to the rest of this post: The other reason I don’t like the Tango is because it’s contrived. Give me Flamenco instead. The Flamenco tells a story.
Yes, so it takes two unless it only takes one to lay down the law. I have defaulted. Big time. Not by choice but because I was robbed a few days ago. It wasn’t dramatic in as much as I didn’t come to physical harm. Someone bumped into me (Italian style) and, as bank notes don’t weigh much when wearing a heavy leather jacket, I didn’t notice what had happened till I emptied my pockets on my return home. Keyword “Empty”.
I then had a few days to try and turn this reincarnated Titanic round – alas I couldn’t. Which is unusual for me. It takes two to tango? Sometimes it takes many to make your world go round.
If any of you need your clothes washed by hand let me know. I don’t come cheap but you will get value for money.
Hugs and hisses,