Salsa Off the Scoville

Who doesn’t like to shake a tail on the dance floor, right?! Boppin, groovin, tappin n’ clappin - all good things. While I’m all about the group dance hall thing, I’ve always been curious about the mechanics of synchronized dancing as a pair. Communicating with your body to move in unison while remembering all the steps, (eek!) is seriously complex (in my mind). Add to that, the fact that I am leaps and bounds from having any notable rhythm or sexuality in my stride. Nonetheless, I decided I wanted to master Salsa.

I met a friend at Lulu Lounge on Dundas to take part, for the Firtst time, in their early evening lesson. The idea was that there would be many “available” men to introduce me to the dance floor (and their hips). Here’s a breakdown of the night.

8pm - No Latin Lovers. No problem, I was fine learning the steps in a line with the other solos.

9pm - I’m ready. I stand on the rim of the floor. No takers.

9:15 - Impatience sets in. Somebody take and shake this body!

9:20 - Panic. Hands on hips, hair flip, licking lips, sultry glances....what’s a girl gotta do?!   

9:25 - Desperation. I will Salsa tonight - even if with my girl friend! And, so we do.  Thanks Jen! xo

9:40 - Confidence on the rise. The girl on girl thing may have attracted some attention ;)

9:42 - Salsa! I find an older, experienced (shorter and sweatier. no biggie) man who is more than happy to make me look good on the dance floor. I laugh more than I twirl, but finally learn that Salsa is about following the man’s lead. Perhaps this is my glitch...

10pm - I pull the guy (who I really want to be dancing with) to the floor, ditch the rules of Salsa and we get ridiculous. My kind of fun!  xxx