A Little More Latin Than Necessary (Part 2)

As yesterday was Thursday, back to Salsa Chocolate we went. The roommate (who is no longer technically my roommate), my Asian salsa friend, and my Ecuadorian friend all went this time around. My shoes were horrible (which I didn't know until too late), I was tired beyond all reason, and my little old Latino was out to get me more than last week. He told me I was beautiful. Then he says, "How was your day?" and I say, "It was good. How was yours?" and he says, "It was alright. But it's better now.  You know why, don't you?" I say, "No actually, I don't." He says, "Because I am dancing with you." Then he told me he would miss me, that he loves me, and asked me for my number, and asked me out again. He also asked the roommate out and for her number, so either it's not personal, or his aim is to somehow get to me via her... Then there was this other guy, who seemed nice, but I was so tired that I was useless. So resistance was not at its usual level, which resulted in more Latin than necessary. And even though there were a million guys and very few girls, I still only danced with the same few people. Which was vaguely frustrating. But then I was just like, "Dang man, no. I'm done." So then I went to the car. And waited for other people to come so I could leave. Because I was exhausted, my feet killed, and I didn't want to bother trying to avoid little Latinos who want my body. And that was this weeks installment of Salsa Chocolate.