Tango

In a vain attempt to get the Thomas the Tank Engine DVD working for Palmer, I instead had to find a TV channel that would do. I was pretty pleased to discover that the Danish channel (which mysterious appeared on my TV recently) was showing a reality show about a Danish couple learning to Tango. The show had flown them to Buenos Aires, and the man, Carsten, he was really so serious about the whole thing, wanting very much to get the dance right, but being basically too uptight to just lead his woman around the room exuding passion. Oddly enough, it helped that at one point, they went to a priest who actually prayed over the woman's dance shoes, and gave a mini-sermon about how passion is a gift from God, a motivating force in life. Finally, Carsten seemed to have embraced the idea that in the Tango, the man needs to lead, and let his partner feel secure in following. And that made Vicki happy too, so all ended well. (on a side note, it is amazing how well these reality TV show producers managed to create a narrative out of events).  

Anyhow, I felt this was a far better choice than the Thomas the Tank Engine DVD Palmer has seen a million times, even if male-female interaction won't be a pressing problem in his life for another few years, at least!

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