My ex-wife is a very good-looking woman. As the father of two girls, I always knew my daughters would grow up to be beautiful as well. Because I loved them, I did not want them to fall into the trap that I knew awaited.
I worked as a whitewater river guide in my youth and I saw many women come to the mountains to be guides. They didn't want to be pretty river guides, they wanted to be good river guides. They wanted to be respected for their abilities to conduct their patrons safely down hazardous rapids.
I came to realize that this in itself was a difficult course for women to navigate: the path that flows past attraction and self-worth.
As I raised my daughters, I repeated a sentence over and over.
"It is okay to be pretty," I would say to them as we drove to their grandparents' house or were hiking or were canoeing down the river, "but you've got to show the world that you're smart."
When I dance tango, I meet many successful women. At forty or fifty or sixty years of age, they have proved to world, and to themselves, that they are smart. They are successful lawyers and doctors and nurses and many other things.
I suspect that there is one last dragon in their lives that they must slay and tango provides them the opportunity to draw the monster out into the open. It is a fierce creature and I don't think these ladies always win their battles with it.
I believe the thing they are fighting is the concept of attraction. Their encounters with this beast are not lone episodes, they are all part of a war that has been raging in their lives since puberty.
Last night I danced with a woman who was being swallowed whole by her dragon. Months of lessons were finally paying off and she was able to move gracefully on her own balance within my embrace.
She had a new haircut, a sexy dress and an elegant pair of high-heels. We danced several tandas with many enjoyable episodes that had her gushing.
I think she made peace with her dragon last night. I spotted the two of them sitting and chatting with other women. They were enjoying the music and the ambiance of the setting. She wasn't worried about the next dance, she had gotten what she came for and she was no longer at war with the creature inside her.
For more of the Kayak Hombre, read my book Fear of Intimacy and the Tango Cure or River Tango. Available on Amazon.com in paperback or Kindle.
I worked as a whitewater river guide in my youth and I saw many women come to the mountains to be guides. They didn't want to be pretty river guides, they wanted to be good river guides. They wanted to be respected for their abilities to conduct their patrons safely down hazardous rapids.
I came to realize that this in itself was a difficult course for women to navigate: the path that flows past attraction and self-worth.
As I raised my daughters, I repeated a sentence over and over.
"It is okay to be pretty," I would say to them as we drove to their grandparents' house or were hiking or were canoeing down the river, "but you've got to show the world that you're smart."
When I dance tango, I meet many successful women. At forty or fifty or sixty years of age, they have proved to world, and to themselves, that they are smart. They are successful lawyers and doctors and nurses and many other things.
I suspect that there is one last dragon in their lives that they must slay and tango provides them the opportunity to draw the monster out into the open. It is a fierce creature and I don't think these ladies always win their battles with it.
I believe the thing they are fighting is the concept of attraction. Their encounters with this beast are not lone episodes, they are all part of a war that has been raging in their lives since puberty.
Last night I danced with a woman who was being swallowed whole by her dragon. Months of lessons were finally paying off and she was able to move gracefully on her own balance within my embrace.
She had a new haircut, a sexy dress and an elegant pair of high-heels. We danced several tandas with many enjoyable episodes that had her gushing.
I think she made peace with her dragon last night. I spotted the two of them sitting and chatting with other women. They were enjoying the music and the ambiance of the setting. She wasn't worried about the next dance, she had gotten what she came for and she was no longer at war with the creature inside her.
For more of the Kayak Hombre, read my book Fear of Intimacy and the Tango Cure or River Tango. Available on Amazon.com in paperback or Kindle.
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