Size Doesn't Matter

               American society is one that likes to measure things: eight point buck, thirty-six yard touchdown pass, five pound trout, one hundred acre farm, six inch penis, size thirty-six boobs…D cup! Tango seeks to avoid all that which is yet another irresistible allure of this dance.

               Last night, at the Four Seasons milonga in Minneapolis, the DJ consistently played tandas of five and six songs in a set. The norm is three but that is not set in stone. The length of a tango engagement is always fleeting. The woman can end it at anytime. The man, if he gives in to his inner-child, can stop abruptly and walk off, or worse, lecture his follower.

               When two people come together in the tango embrace, measurement ceases to be a factor in the universe they enter. Length, height and width give way to cosmic distances of the soul that are of impossible to calculate. When you get there, don’t ask questions; let yourself go, you are free. Don’t worry about when you have to leave, you’ll go when it’s over.

Coming soon, another installment of my newest book, Fear of Intimacy and the Tango Cure.