Let me begin this blog by dedicating it to my very best, non-lesbian lova, best boyfriend I've ever had, the Thelma to my Louise, the ying to my yang, the left side of my brain, BFF for 16 yrs! She is a brave, kick ass female who always challenges herself with new adventures and is willing to take risks in life and love! I admire her intelligence, sense of humor, class, adventurous attitude, discipline and most of all, the woman she is today!
Ballroom Dancing just so happen to be one of the adventures on my newly crafted Bucket List. Although I have zero experience with ballroom dancing, I will still expect myself to be just as seasoned as the pros. I can already envision myself in a head to toe sequined number with stage makeup and ready to compete on "Dancing with the Stars" by the end of the year! What can I say, I’m hopeful!
My best friend, who procrastinates a lot less than I do, beat me to signing up for a series of classes and invited me to join her for a lesson. I was just going to observe and then stick around afterwards for what Arthur Murray deems a "social" if you will. When we arrived, her Ukrainian instructor came over to introduce himself and might I add, with more enthusiasm than most American men can conger up on Super Bowl Sunday! He said, (read with a Borat accent) "Heelllllooo, I am Gregory and I am sooo excited that you are here, will you stay for the social?" Of course I had planned to stay but all of a sudden, I got really nervous, I started to blush, now palms getting sweaty.… what the heck, I am usually not intimidated by men! I wasn't sure why, I have danced a lot throughout my life but usually by myself and most of the time after a few cocktails! Either way, I think it was his accent, his innocence, his "foreignness" (did I just make up that word) just a Je n'ais sais Quois. The weird thing is, he was not even good looking according to my standards. In fact, he could have been a direct descendant of Mr. Bean! All of the instructors were just as foreign as he was with their ridiculously perfect posture, high tight asses (better than NFL) and thick accents that matched their overgrown thick eyebrows. They owned more passion in their pinkie finger than any man I've come to know in my wildly adventurous 27 years. For some reason, he made me feel so desirable and feminine with only a short introduction where he took my hand as if it were made of porcelain and kissed it like it was such an honor to meet me. So of course, I begin to giggle like a young school girl throughout my friend's entire lesson.
At the same time, there were other private lessons taking place and as I looked around, I notice a particular couple that was gliding across the dance floor like melted butter on a hot pan. Their synchronized moves as they stared deep into their eyes would have clearly made any stranger believe they had been doing the vertical sex tango for years in order to achieve that degree of chemistry. I calculated it to be more like around a month's worth of lessons, the ladies husband had forked out some dough for in order to get her out of the house and out of his hair! The instructor bossed her around on the dance floor with such a polite aggression, with his hand firmly in the middle of her back. It was like he had built a frame around her for everyone to see the piece of art that a woman truly is, as she floated across the floor. A man, big surprise, once said "Dancing is the vertical expression of a horizontal desire" and how very true. Perhaps, dancing had become the outlet for passion that had been shoved so far back in the libido closet of this woman’s life! All the way in the back, behind her favorite dresses, raincoat and heels hid a sexy, backless, sequined number that had been buried….waiting to be dug out! How conceivable that her husband didn’t even take the time to look in her “closet” and certainly not spend enough time to uncover. These instructors were not just dance teachers. They were the captains of the sexy ship that sailed through the turbulent seas of passion and glorified a woman's sexuality without having to pillage them like pirates and steal their booty! They guided the women across the dance floor like a captain guides his ship through the waters, destination unknown, but the voyage to unearth her libido and inner sexiness was just getting started!!
As I sat on the "sidelines" observing the eye contact, the invasion of personal space, the sexual tension rising up in each of them like a pot of water ready to boil over.... yes, yes, it was tantric sex on the dance floor. That's the thing that American men are lacking...PASSION! Imagine, there can be passion without penetration. There are so many other activities and ways to celebrate sexuality without just "doing it" but unfortunately that is what men have become accustomed to thanks to college fraternities, keg parties and internet porn!!
When the "social" finally got started and it was my turn to take on the dance floor, they had turned down the lights and turned on the GRRRRRR inside of me! One of the instructors came straight for me, grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. He looked deep into my eyes and for the first time in my life, a man’s eye contact made me really uncomfortable. All he said was, "Lets Cha Cha" and I was in love! He was so smooth and complimented my moves the whole 3 minute we shared. He was soft spoken and sweet and just kept saying, "You are very good, you dance before?" It was certainly an experience and now that I am going on about a two year stint of being single, it made me look at men and sex in a totally different way and not to mention my own hidden desires. We can have passion and intimacy without penetration, yet many women just have sex with men they are interested in thinking that it will lead to commitment and a passionate love affair. I had to stop and question what is it that has been buried deep in my libido closet that I haven’t even as much allowed a man to turn on the light to look around for!
I was so thankful that my friend had decided to start dancing again and more so that she invited me to join her. I have danced on and off my entire life performing on dance teams and simply for enjoyment but realized how much I missed it and wanted to jump back in head first. I read a quote once that said "Life beats a rhythm in every one's heart that beckons each one of us to dance, mine is now beating the Argentine Tango.....Grrrrrrr!! Try something new, set what you may think to be an unrealistic goal, push yourself out of your comfort zone and never be scared of intimacy. Dig a little deeper and drag out what has been buried deep in your libido closet, and might I add, don’t wait for a man to do it because moths will destroy it by the time that happens!
My best friend, who procrastinates a lot less than I do, beat me to signing up for a series of classes and invited me to join her for a lesson. I was just going to observe and then stick around afterwards for what Arthur Murray deems a "social" if you will. When we arrived, her Ukrainian instructor came over to introduce himself and might I add, with more enthusiasm than most American men can conger up on Super Bowl Sunday! He said, (read with a Borat accent) "Heelllllooo, I am Gregory and I am sooo excited that you are here, will you stay for the social?" Of course I had planned to stay but all of a sudden, I got really nervous, I started to blush, now palms getting sweaty.… what the heck, I am usually not intimidated by men! I wasn't sure why, I have danced a lot throughout my life but usually by myself and most of the time after a few cocktails! Either way, I think it was his accent, his innocence, his "foreignness" (did I just make up that word) just a Je n'ais sais Quois. The weird thing is, he was not even good looking according to my standards. In fact, he could have been a direct descendant of Mr. Bean! All of the instructors were just as foreign as he was with their ridiculously perfect posture, high tight asses (better than NFL) and thick accents that matched their overgrown thick eyebrows. They owned more passion in their pinkie finger than any man I've come to know in my wildly adventurous 27 years. For some reason, he made me feel so desirable and feminine with only a short introduction where he took my hand as if it were made of porcelain and kissed it like it was such an honor to meet me. So of course, I begin to giggle like a young school girl throughout my friend's entire lesson.
At the same time, there were other private lessons taking place and as I looked around, I notice a particular couple that was gliding across the dance floor like melted butter on a hot pan. Their synchronized moves as they stared deep into their eyes would have clearly made any stranger believe they had been doing the vertical sex tango for years in order to achieve that degree of chemistry. I calculated it to be more like around a month's worth of lessons, the ladies husband had forked out some dough for in order to get her out of the house and out of his hair! The instructor bossed her around on the dance floor with such a polite aggression, with his hand firmly in the middle of her back. It was like he had built a frame around her for everyone to see the piece of art that a woman truly is, as she floated across the floor. A man, big surprise, once said "Dancing is the vertical expression of a horizontal desire" and how very true. Perhaps, dancing had become the outlet for passion that had been shoved so far back in the libido closet of this woman’s life! All the way in the back, behind her favorite dresses, raincoat and heels hid a sexy, backless, sequined number that had been buried….waiting to be dug out! How conceivable that her husband didn’t even take the time to look in her “closet” and certainly not spend enough time to uncover. These instructors were not just dance teachers. They were the captains of the sexy ship that sailed through the turbulent seas of passion and glorified a woman's sexuality without having to pillage them like pirates and steal their booty! They guided the women across the dance floor like a captain guides his ship through the waters, destination unknown, but the voyage to unearth her libido and inner sexiness was just getting started!!
As I sat on the "sidelines" observing the eye contact, the invasion of personal space, the sexual tension rising up in each of them like a pot of water ready to boil over.... yes, yes, it was tantric sex on the dance floor. That's the thing that American men are lacking...PASSION! Imagine, there can be passion without penetration. There are so many other activities and ways to celebrate sexuality without just "doing it" but unfortunately that is what men have become accustomed to thanks to college fraternities, keg parties and internet porn!!
When the "social" finally got started and it was my turn to take on the dance floor, they had turned down the lights and turned on the GRRRRRR inside of me! One of the instructors came straight for me, grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. He looked deep into my eyes and for the first time in my life, a man’s eye contact made me really uncomfortable. All he said was, "Lets Cha Cha" and I was in love! He was so smooth and complimented my moves the whole 3 minute we shared. He was soft spoken and sweet and just kept saying, "You are very good, you dance before?" It was certainly an experience and now that I am going on about a two year stint of being single, it made me look at men and sex in a totally different way and not to mention my own hidden desires. We can have passion and intimacy without penetration, yet many women just have sex with men they are interested in thinking that it will lead to commitment and a passionate love affair. I had to stop and question what is it that has been buried deep in my libido closet that I haven’t even as much allowed a man to turn on the light to look around for!
I was so thankful that my friend had decided to start dancing again and more so that she invited me to join her. I have danced on and off my entire life performing on dance teams and simply for enjoyment but realized how much I missed it and wanted to jump back in head first. I read a quote once that said "Life beats a rhythm in every one's heart that beckons each one of us to dance, mine is now beating the Argentine Tango.....Grrrrrrr!! Try something new, set what you may think to be an unrealistic goal, push yourself out of your comfort zone and never be scared of intimacy. Dig a little deeper and drag out what has been buried deep in your libido closet, and might I add, don’t wait for a man to do it because moths will destroy it by the time that happens!
