A Little More Latin Than Necessary

I love latin dancing. As I am a short white girl, you may ask how this came to be. Well this guy from my ward in Illinois was like, "Hey, I need help learning how to salsa dance. Help me." And I was like, "Sweet. I love dancing." So then we started learning. And he took me to this place called Salsa Chocolate where there is much dancing and happiness. Then he dropped off the face of the planet (as in he got a girlfriend) and I didn't do so much dancing. Then my cousin was all like, "Hey, I need help learning how to salsa dance. Help me." And I was like, "Sweet, I love dancing and I kinda know what I'm doing." So then I started helping him learn how to dance. But I'm his cousin, so he's not very good at dancing with me outside of specified practice time. But still, because of that I started going to salsa club on Tuesdays. Then I forced my roommate to learn how to do some basic social latin, and we went to Salsa Chocolate with my cousin and a few friends from the ward. Which was fine and dandy. All kinds of fun. Then I met an Asian who wanted to practice salsa with me, and I was like, "Sweet. I love dancing, and I hopefully I don't disappoint." (He was a ballroom dancing at UVU for awhile; i.e. good dancer). So me and my roommate went back to Salsa Chocolate again, this time with our Asian. Which was mostly fine and dandy. Until.....

The Roommmate's Trauma Story

There was this guy (there are a lot of them actually), but he was phenomenally attracted to her long, blond, glorious hair, and her curvalicious body. So she danced a billion dances with this guy (which really means he asked a billion times, and she couldn't always escape) . He says things like, "You're the most beautiful girl in this room." And tells her not to go on a mission, that all of the guys want to propose to her, and that she should stay. And that she was the most beautiful girl in the world. And that they had a song, and that he would wait for her. He added her on Facebook. And asked if she remembered him. In her words, "How could I forget?" I mean, he got as close to a marriage proposal as is possible for knowing someone for only one evening. 

And then there was....

My Trauma Story

So there's this little latin guy, who I have danced with a lot over the course of the my Salsa Chocolate and salsa club experience. And every time we dance he got a little closer. And so I try to avoid dancing with him much, and do my best when we do dance to avoid too much closeness. I do my best, but it's incredibly difficult. In any event, this past Thursday night was serious escalation. It wasn't so bad for most of the evening. I had avoided him pretty well for the most part. But then, I was sitting, and it was late, and it was fine and dandy. Then he came and sat next to me and we started talking and stuff, and that was still pretty alright. Then he asked me to dance. And it should have been a dance that's hard to get close in. But he made it a different dance. So I was trying very hard to not let him get as close as he was trying to. And he essentially almost kissed me once. Then... he says,

"What are you doing after this?"

"Sleeping," I say as my heart skips a panicked beat.

"Well would you like to get some food, or something?" 

"Uh, no thank you..." I say, hoping that's enough.

"Why not?" he asks slightly pouty like.

"Well, I need to get up in the morning and move." Which is the absolute truth. And then he asks for a second dance. I notice roommate has been dancing with proposal man. I say, "No thanks, we're actually leaving." So I steal roommate from proposal man and we book it out of there. Why is this so traumatizing (other than tendency toward way too much physical)? Because this little Latin guy is well over forty. That's why. He's more than twice my age. Could be my father. And I know that I've been mistaken for the mother of my fourteen year old brother, but still....