There is this chap I see around from time to time. The sappiest floppiest weed of a toothpick. You felt sorry just looking at him.
Of course he couldn't dance, never mind lead a woman. Even without a partner he had trouble just walking from A to B.
Nicest chap I'm sure, very foppy English, but not exactly containing any mettle.
And the women avoided him. Not because he was a brute, but because he was .. well, nothing. You should have seen his droopy sad eyes every time he was rejected.
But over time, he found tango, and tango made a man of him.
Tango is contrast of man and woman.The greater contrast, the deeper tango.
Now he walks with poise and purpose. Like a real man. Touches me every time I see him dance better and better .. moving with purpose, securely carrying his partner with him. Now he's a man in demand.
Seriously - tango sorts you out. Takes in boys, and makes men of them. Sure, sensitive responsive men, but still .. real men of steel.
GRRR!!!!