I’ve just been at an utter loss of what to write lately, and it’s been irking me. Then, I went to Houston Salsa Dancer’s annual holiday party. Oh yeah, it’s context time! I’m a member of an online meet up group for partner dancers in their 20s to 30s. I signed up because I wanted to find friends that shared my hobby. Thus, I went to the event, beaming with happiness every time a man asked me to dance bachata with him.
Salsa is the dance that started it all for me. But if I were made to choose, I like bachata the most. I’m not going to mince words; this dance is hot. I adore the acting because it helps eases the tension while remaining is noncommittal. This means I can swivel my hips, do body rolls, and go into reasonable body contact with very handsome men. However, I’m still reserved physically. If any of you have been to a Latin club, y’all know people can get really into it. I’ll say this now: grinding is not my thing. I think there’s a better way to dance sexily. (My most awkward dance moment was when I was surrounded by a ring of grinders that, I swear, seemed to follow my date and me around the floor.)
Ahem, that is quite enough of that. I saw one of the administrators of the meet up while dancing bachata. I felt him stare at me, despite the crowd. I got the vibe that he wanted to dance with me. I had danced with him before and was happy to oblige. The thing is, he never asked. He just stared. Occasionally, he left the room because I was dancing with someone else. Then, he would come back, but another had already asked me to dance. I managed to talk to him, and he told me he was trying to ask me to dance. I perceived slight irritation in his voice. All I was thinking was “Why didn’t you wait until the song was over to ask? Why did you just stare at me? Why didn’t you ask me?” My thoughts speak what I dare not say aloud. Instead, I said I’d save a dance for him later, which I did.
People, if you snooze you lose. In a packed club, everyone is looking for a dance partner. You see a person you’d love to dance with, just ask. That goes for men and women. Don’t just stare.