An angry leader
I was djing at this practica the other night. It was light on the women side. I was sitting there watching and listening to my own tandas.
There was this chubby middle age guy sitting next to me. I saw him dancing, a pre-intermediate at best.
“You want to lead me?” I asked him. He looked at me hesitantly but got up anyway. I opened the embrace.
I had no idea of what he wanted me to do, except walking. Clearly he had no idea either. However, he determined to do something, to dance I guessed, other than just walking. I felt him using his right hand to push me left and right. It was very uncomfortable.
I stopped. He was struggling, I was not very happy being yanked and pushed around.
” I don’t think a woman will feel comfortable like this…” without thinking I tried to show him what he was doing.
” No!!!! “He stepped away from me. I saw the fury on his face.
” wow… it is ok if you don’t feel comfortable. ” I couldn’t understand the sudden outburst.
He walked away like I was some kind of disease and sat on the other side of the room.
I smiled… I began to understand what women were complaining about. 
Welcome to a little part of my world.
Little did I know…