Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Do you know Carmelo?

me:   Carmelo?  Yeah, I know Carmelo.

She:  We used to date.

me:   And?

She:  And we'd still be together if he wasn't such an asshole.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Meet & Greet

At a recent Hollywood investor meet and greet:

me: You salsa?

She:  Si.

me: Great.

She:  How did you know?

me:  You've got the look, honey.

She:  I'm Puerto Rican.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Bad decisions make good stories

Last night at Inspired Movement:

me:  It’s midnight; time for me to go.

He:  What do you mean?

me:  The vampires come out after midnight.

He:  What do you mean?

me:  I’m talking about the credit card sucking vampires.

He:  What do you mean?

me:   Are you telling me you've never handed your credit card to a woman in apple bottom jeans and said:  

       “Here, let’s go have some fun.” 

He:  No, I haven't.

me:  Rookie.


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Sunday, July 16, 2017

Jessica Rabbit

Last fall, I picked up “Jessica Rabbit” (my own private nickname for a tattooed salsera friend of mine) and we went to Inspired Movement for a night of dancing.  On the way there, she told me how excited she felt about the upcoming Halloween.

She:  I love Halloween. I love to costume.

me:  What is your theme this year?

She:  I haven’t decided yet, but last year I was Jessica Rabbit.

Monday, June 19, 2017

My Father's Day

Sunday morning, Leila came over with a big bag of groceries.  We chopped and sliced and grilled, and had a wonderful father-daughter lunch.  Afterwards, we went over to a friend’s house for a backyard pool party with beer and bbq.  As we sat around the picnic table in our swim trunks eating fajitas, the woman next to me suddenly grabbed her throat, and frantically indicated she couldn’t breathe.  I leaped to my feet, got behind her, encircled her with my arms, and performed the Heimlich maneuver.  The first time I did it nothing happened, so I reset, and did it again, only harder.   A large piece of meat flew out of her mouth and hit the ground, where one of the dogs promptly ate it.  

When she regained her breath, she said:  “You saved my life!”  

I smiled.

Later that evening, I went to the One2One for salsa on crack with a live timba band.  After about an hour, one of my favorite salsa partners showed up.  We shared a vigorous and satisfying dance.  She had a good lead, so she excelled.  When I returned to my table, a stranger came over and stuck out his hand.  As we shook, he said:  

“Wow, y’all are really good!”  

I smiled.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Le sigh

She:  You must of been really handsome when you were young.

me: (sigh)

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Salsa: It's all about the women

Salsa is all about the women.  If women didn’t love salsa, no guy in the world would ever go through the Hell of salsa training without the lure of beautiful women at the end of the tunnel.  During several recent salsa scholastic episodes, my instructors have encouraged me to keep my feet moving.  I plead guilty.  When I’m dancing, I have a whirling dervish right in front of me.  If  I’m not careful, I’m going to eat an elbow, or worse.

I’ve watched numerous world-class salsa performances at Gonzo’s SalsaMania.  While the woman executes some fabulous move, the guy doesn’t dance around; he just stands there and supports her, with his feet flat on the floor and his knees bent.  Like a matador.

So, yeah, my feet stop moving occasionally, but it’s because I want to protect my partner. 

Because salsa is all about the women.