No Miguel, I don't want to go dancing with you tomorrow night...
I always find it funny whenever my friends ask me after a night of salsa if I met any "cute guys?" The inevitable response is "Uh....no....there were a lot of sketchy guys though!" They seem disappointed, but to be honest, that's not the reason I go dancing. It's more of a therapy for me, relaxing, involves less thinking. And as a rule, I don't accept offers to buy drinks, demands for phone numbers....I mean, these guys are dancing because they want something more than just a good time. Of course there are those awesome exceptions, those dancers who are my friends, who are really good dancers.
But yeah, a guy named Miguel did dance with me, and like the 5 million times before forgot he had danced with me before, told me I was funny, and drunkenly smiled a lot. I never really take him seriously, but then, in some magically sober tone he asked me, "The real question is why a girl like you is out dancing alone on a Saturday night." I guess it's pretty obvious that I showed up alone. But you know, at least he was sweet when I told him, sorry, I didn't want to go out with him some time. I guess it's obvious....I'm a salsa addict.
But yeah, a guy named Miguel did dance with me, and like the 5 million times before forgot he had danced with me before, told me I was funny, and drunkenly smiled a lot. I never really take him seriously, but then, in some magically sober tone he asked me, "The real question is why a girl like you is out dancing alone on a Saturday night." I guess it's pretty obvious that I showed up alone. But you know, at least he was sweet when I told him, sorry, I didn't want to go out with him some time. I guess it's obvious....I'm a salsa addict.