I need to start sleeping early, cause every time I stay up late and don’t get enough sleep, I get anxious, like I’ve been missing out on precious hours of the day. So I finally went to the long-awaited Friday night event at my favorite spot in PA last night, and, well, it was just okay. I started off slow, wasn’t really trying to dance close, and didn’t get that vibe from the girls I danced with as well. I think what threw me off a bit was the fact that I wore my brand new white patent dance shoes for the first time and I felt weird wearing it. Not only that, but I expected it to be a little roomy and to my surprise it ended up being too snug for my liking. I have consistently bought the same size from the same company and yet this was the first time it happened. But I decided to dance with it anyway instead of exchanging it like I should’ve.
So the first hour was slow, then they started the performances, which took a half hour since there were so many groups. I wasn’t really impressed with many of them except the team I was on. There was one bachata group that was decent but I thought they were trying too hard by dancing fast on a song that was meant to be slow paced. For the first time it also felt good to be a part of a group. I got there around 9:30 and the salsa lessons were ongoing in the main room. I stood outside the circle like I normally do, and I heard my name. It was D, and he was cool enough to point me where our team’s table was, where I saw other people in our group. I felt welcomed and accepted, which was a refreshing feeling. I’m actually making friends? Wow…
After the performances were done, I danced a couple of salsa songs and went back to the bachata room as usual. Things started to finally get better. I saw people I’ve danced with on previous events and danced with them. I was having fun. But I was also sweating a lot. I ended up changing my shirt 3 times over the course of the night. I wish I could change my pants and underwear though cause I was definitely sweaty down there. There was this one girl I danced with who’s super smoking hot though. I don’t remember her being that tall. I do remember being attracted to her the first time I saw her, but then it kind of waned a bit over time. I’ve seen videos of her performances on facebook and I didn’t think she looked as hot as I remembered her to be. But then I saw her in person again last night and I instantly felt it. I was just standing there minding my own business and next thing I know, she comes up to ask me for a dance. I remember the song too. It was the bachata version of the song “Chivalry is Dead.” Man, whoever gets to be with her is one extremely lucky dude. She’s pretty much the full package. Pretty face, sexy body, tall, great dancer, and not stuck-up. You can’t ask for any more than that.
This night definitely felt like it ended too quickly. It wasn’t long before it was already 2 AM, and the event was over before I knew it. I still felt like I could’ve danced a few more hours, but I could tell as soon as I got home that I put my legs and feet through a lot, especially after dancing in those shoes that were too snug for my comfort.
So tonight I’ll be in NYC. I’m a bit anxious about going, to be honest, just because there tend to be more guys than girls almost everywhere I go, and it’s frustrating. If guys can learn to be less thirsty about everything, it would make things better. But no, most men act like dogs and can’t control themselves. Yes, I’m a man and I have the same instincts and desire as any other, but I can control it. I can be respectful and mindful of a woman’s boundaries even if deep inside I want nothing more than to…use your imagination here.
For example, I got to practice with a fellow dance teammate at HER place yesterday, and we were alone the entire time. We just did what we were supposed to do. She was nice enough to cook dinner too even though she didn’t have to. She wanted to come down to PA but eventually decided against it since she lives in NY. After dinner she took a shower while I cleaned up and she came out only wearing her towel and asked me for directions to get to PA. Did I try anything? Of course not. Was I curious about how she looked underneath her towel? YES. I wasn’t going to try and find out though, cause it wasn’t appropriate.
Yes, I’m also single and could try to hook up with anyone I like. But I also have to be selective about it. Not that there’s anything wrong with her, the point is we may have different intentions. I’m only looking to have fun if I have that opportunity, while others may be looking for something more. So it’s up to me to communicate that if the window of opportunity opens.
Anyway, I’m done rambling about this. I have to get a quick workout in, take a shower, and head to NYC. I’ll write about how it turns out later.