Went to El Flordita last night. Came to the realization that salsa is an exaggerated form of pea cocking. Add a dash of bravado, pretense, and a splash of sex and you’ve got yourself a good time.
Last night I learned a couple of things:
1. Dancing is much better than sex… most of the time.
2. You can try multiple partners within the span of an hour….
3 You can walk away mid song if your unsatisfied, and it’s rare that I ever have a bad time.
Nevertheless, I’ve also realized that dancing partners are like relationships... most are fun, but it’s rare to find someone you actually click with… or maybe it’s just that I have yet to find a partner who can keep up with and handle me… or connect in all the right ways that the dance becomes symbiotic.
A lyrical flow that enables me to speed up and slow down in an almost perfect way. A way that puts me in a groove…. so that I not only lose myself in the song, but the person I’m dancing with.
I spend so much time dancing that I forget that I am actually dancing with someone.
It’s rare that I’ve had a partner with genuine swag who could really put it on me… so to speak…. But I figure one of these days someone’s going to come along and floor me.
Till then….
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