Usually, you wouldn't picture me in a dance class. Things being as they are, however, I was one credit short and needed a quick fix. That being said, let me tell you now (ahh.. I can already hear you laughing) that I'm taking a latin ballroom dancing class. Yeah... I know... you want to come and see this one. It's true though. I took dance for a number of years in my younger days and despite losing all dexterity after I quit, I haven't lost the love to dance.
Now today was the first day I'd gone (seeing as I only have technically been enrolled for this class for a week) and let me tell you, it's much more interesting when you already know a few steps. People are still in their socks or dress shoes instead of dance shoes, but all in all, the class seems to be picking up on the idea of shaking their hips. I had to dance with a girl (as they're always short on men in these classes) for a good half-hour before one of the guys from the Advanced Ballroom class came in to try and help out. Marsha, my dance partner, decided she'd let him cut in with me, since it was my first time in class and all. She kept saying " oh you're good! You've done this before!" I didn't want to tell her that Dan and I had attempted to take this class a few years ago and had just ended up not going.
So this guy from the Advanced class cuts in and pulls me all close, so my belly (GUT ... my GUT) is brushing against his flat tummy .. and his hand goes straight to my lower back to encourage nearly-scandalous hip movement. Why did I ever let him cut in? Why? Because he in all honesty, wasn't bad looking... and he has and accent.. .oh yes.. and he CAN DANCE!
There's nothing quite like dancing with a guy who knows what he's doing.. because, as my instructor put it, "The guy's job is to make the woman look good." Simple as that. He had huge hands, fresh breath, an accent, and he could dance... and by god if I didn't feel a little light on my feet when he complimented me on my swinging my hips in a way that I was sure was going to take out innocent onlookers.
Mind you, the guy is not perfect.. he mutters (which makes the accent thicker and much harder to understand) and his teeth are... almost British-looking, but all in all, he seemed like a very nice guy. Not only that, but I must inform all you women.. he didn't seem to mind that I was sweating (in fact, he pulled me closer when I apologized for it)... he didn't care that I occasionally misstepped, and most importantly.. he smelled absolutely divine.
As I was driving home, I found myself in a Dirty Dancing-like stupor... though I couldn't quite place why. I kept trying to rationalize it to myself. I'm not a good dance and never will be. I don't have the drive to be anorexic as well as dancing around like a sexy latin (yeah right) tart. Still, my imagination was on full-blast and I was envisioning myself on stage with a nice bright red dress (the kind that looks like it's got a lobster tail) being tossed about and never breaking the almost angry-lustful eye contact with....whats-his-name from class.
Damn... what was his name? No matter!
The point is: Guys... learn how to at least waltz or something. There are very few things that can melt a girl's heart faster than a good dancer.. with a good frame, nice footwork and a stiff wrist (if you catch my drift) to hold you with. So for all you single girls out there, let me suggest a Latin Dance class.. there is bound to be a sexy latin man there (even if he DOES have Austin Powers teeth) who'll make you blush just a little bit as his hips sway with -or against- yours.
