Oh, the delights of living on the edge without living on the edge.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I LOVE LATIN DANCE.

Met an old friend at Union Square tonight, and got a bachata thanks to her.

Let me explain.

See, we were fooling around during the bachata music, doing the footwork facing each other and grooving our own, and obviously looking very gay because this guy comes around and says, "Can I join in?" Made us laugh a bit.

The entire conversation went something like:

Guy: Can I join in? [Friend and I laugh]
I: Well, which one of us do you want?
Guy: Err...
Friend: But I only want her! [Friend and I embrace desperately while Guy looks disturbed]


But anyway, after that I went with him for a bachata. Which was UBER-COOL. Think it got to him, too, because at one point he started blowing in my ear.




Ah-HAH! Now you're sitting up.



We completed the bachata nicely, after which he immediately asked, "Salsa?" And I said, "Okay."

Halfway through the thing he tried to make me lead, which I eventually obliged, but quickly gave the reins back to him. But he was a really hot lead. As in... HOT. They call it salsa for a reason.

OMG. I'm going back there for two consecutive nights. Why on earth did I sign up for summer course? I could've been salsa-ing the whole summer!