"It takes two to tango," the saying goes. Tango is a very mysterious and fascinating dance focusing on the relationship between the dancers. It is subtle yet strong, sensual yet domineering. If the dancers are not completely in sync with the other it looks completely klutzy, as if two strangers try speaking different languages to one another. The more practice the dancers have together, the more in sync they become...the more they move as one unit, flowing through space and time as if they were truly joined together by a common organ or limb.
This is the dance we have learned and this is the dance we live everyday. If I move towards him, HE takes a step back. If I take two steps back, HE lunges forward like HE is guiding me through this counter-clockwise dance of love. It is emotional and the whole world disappears except for us, as we try not to trip and fall.
It never fails that when I set my head to "off" and stop responding to him too readily, that HE chases me. I keep my emotions to myself. I express very little. I am agreeable. I am even keeled and HE responds readily, eagerly, as if HE is excited to chase me. Is this the magical solution to our issues? Is it really that simple?
My head tells me that it is all a game...that HE is preparing to do me wrong so being extra nice is a way HE thinks HE can head it off at the pass before I catch on. But is that just paranoid? It is certainly not trying to see the beauty in his expressions. HE says everything is just a matter of choice. "You can choose not to feel that way," HE tells me with authority. Is it really that easy? I will test that theory...see if it holds water.
In the meantime, I must remember that HE is the lead dancer, moving me around the dance floor, sometimes with soft steps and smooth twirls and other times with vigor and rapid repetition.
It takes two alright.....but it's still a mystery to me.
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