| If dancing tango in a parking lot, theater lobby, grocery store, on a mountain top, or other unusual location feels normal.
If you've experienced more intimacy in a three minute dance than in some of your long term relationships.
If you've been nailed by a visiting teacher who happened to see
the only mistake you probably made the whole dadgum day.
If you've given up trying to take meticulous notes.
If you can't make heads or tails out of previous notes.
If you can identify orchestras' earlier and later periods.
If you've spent hours learning a great combination & several
more trying to reconstruct it.
If you have had a bunion, callus, corn, or shoe surgically removed.
If you've seen someone jump up to dance after they just told you they were "resting."
If you've left a milonga early grumbling on a lousy night.
If you've left a milonga early to savor an exquisite moment.
If your Christmas letter, phone message, screen name, license plate, or pet names include a tango reference.
If you've accidentally embellished the foot of a neighbor.
If you've publicly mourned the loss of a favorite pair of shoes.
If you've left the floor wearing a martyr's smile while inwardly cursing a rapidly swelling injury.
If you have felt a partner's stomach growl.
If you FF through the dialog & artsy stuff in "The Tango Lesson," "Tango Bar" & "Tango!"
If your tango CD collection is worth more than your car.
If you've had arrhythmic palpitations over heated discussions.
If you've misinterpreted an invitation to dance that was meant for the person behind you.
If you've been moved to tears by a moment that knocked your sacadas off.
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