So yesterday on our way to the milonga, my partner decided that we were hungry. While eating, she talked a lot. We've been partnering for a couple of weeks, did not know each other before, and our usual conversation during the classes is "- So it's the same sequence, except they changed the end. - Yes" So, I listened a lot and, many times, could not believe what I was hearing.. Exerpts. "Almost right from the start I used to attend few classes and many many milongas. As a beginner I enjoyed the dancing immensely. Now after four years I enjoy it much less, as I get irritated by the mistakes of the not-so-advanced leaders, mistakes that I was not even able to notice when a beginner." "Surprise is what I am after. Because of the element of surprise, a dance with some unknown ok leader is wonderful, while if I dance with an ok leader whom I know, the feeling is barely ok. Of course most dances with unknown leaders are terrible, but still I prefer to take the gamble of a possible ok-made-wonderful dance rather than play it safe with leaders whom I know. " "To get invites from unknown leaders, the followers here play the who-has-the-shorter-skirt race, and I hate them for that, but well I started to wear skirts as well." "Our teacher, well, when he dances with me in his milonga, does not follow what he says the leaders must do during the class, and most of the time puts me in a position where I cannot possibly do what he says the follower must do." "I have more wounds than a war veteran. Ladies' stilettos are deadly. This scar is from BsAs. It took one day to stop the bleeding. This bruise here is from yesterday. I was limping when I left."