The Mysteries of Salsa

Dear Wonders of the World,

I love dancing with my boys. Toronto has some fabulous talent and our men don’t disappoint, but there is one thing that puzzles me. It doesn’t matter if I have an impromptu dance in my socks or if I wear 3.5 inch heels – if my hair is in a ponytail, it will inevitably get knocked around and my hair will be a hot mess by the end of the song.

I just don’t get it! The guys seem to be able to compensate for the varying heights of different women, or the varying heights of a woman’s shoes from day to day…but put her hair up, and the ‘do is done for.

I notice this in my travels as well, so the phenomenon is not native to my city. I don’t like getting my head knocked. So, please explain to me why this happens?

Love,

Me

The Eureka Moment

I used to hate dance class. Really.

When I was in theatre school, I had a class every day – either ballet, tap, jazz, or “performance” (which was learning a routine in any style/fusion as if in an audition setting). That class was my favorite because how you sold it was just as important as your technique. And when my grand jeté was not so grand, I was thankful that I could act my way out of it.

A dance class every day sounds pretty amazing, huh? Not for me. It was the part I dreaded most about theatre school. Try dancing beside people so talented that they could be crowned Canada’s Favorite Dancer, when you’re still trying to pronounce the word fouette correctly.

First thing on Monday mornings, they expected me to put on a tutu and take ballet. Ok, I didn’t have to wear a tutu, but who was I kidding? Nobody would mistake me for a prima ballerina, so why embarrass me by making me take this class? (And let me tell you, no amount of high-energy and big ol’ smiles can replace ballet technique, despite my attempts.)

“I’ll never be a ballerina, so why do I have to go?” I complained to my program director after he busted me for skipping. His reply, “It’s the foundation for all dance. Just go to class.”

So, I went to ballet. I hated every minute of it, but I went. It didn’t make sense to me – how to express myself in that style – but I went.

Fast forward some years and now, I love dance class. Why? Because I found salsa. It made sense!

Now, I love going to dance class, no matter what style. Even if I look like a complete nerd, I’ll bust out the house moves. Even if I look like I have two left feet, I’ll try a bollywood class…I’ll even go to ballet!

Was it the salsa music that changed my perception and helped me appreciate all types of dance class? I think there is definitely a little magic in the mambo…

Click for a flashback moment! “This is Fosse, honey. We don’t do 1-2-3s. We do ka-donks, ka-doonks and za-zas!”

The Fear

The motto You Only Live Once is embedded in every dance-related item out there. I see a Facebook post, a tweet or a flyer about how amazing an event is going to be; I read about how beneficial a workshop would be to further develop my skills; I see pictures of friends having a blast at a party...

All of these messages are basically shouting, "Come on! You only live once (YOLO!) so enjoy! All your friends are going and you'll be disappointed if you miss out!"

But realistically, I can’t go to every event or social when I want to enjoy activities and relationships outside of dance (and sometimes, a really, really good rerun of Golden Girls is on, and no amount of “likes” on a Facebook post will get me out of my PJs). Some people take it as a personal attack if I don’t show up to their gig for a while, but I eventually make my way back, ‘cuz you know, I like that dancing stuff.

However, in my absence, something always seemed to creep up on me: FOMO.

Do you ever get that? FOMO – otherwise known as the Fear of Missing Out.

You rationalize that you’ve been to what feels like a million of these socials and events, and missing one or two won’t matter. But as soon as you read your Facebook pal’s check-in, you start to wonder if you made a colossal mistake by attempting to have a life outside of salsa. Ahh FOMO!

Yet, isn’t Facebook (and Twitter, Tumblr, and maybe one day – if Justin Timberlake has anything to say about it – MySpace 2.0) designed to make us feel like our lives suck? I mean, people highlight the best of their life, not their worst. Ok fine, social media isn’t designed to make us feel like shit, but a study published earlier this year says the more you use Facebook, the more likely you are to believe that other people lead happier and better lives than you do. And that, my friends, is what fuels FOMO.

So, how do we put a stop to FOMO? Go to every single event, congress, club and social, even if it means we neglect our jobs, or family, or bank account balance? Delete our social networking sites entirely?

How about this: we just simply enjoy wherever life takes us, even if the sound of the clave won’t be heard that day…we just simply accept that even if the pictures we see of a salsa event look fantastic, there will soon be another party we can go to. We can just simply let go of the fear…because life is meant to be enjoyed.

Signed,

Confessions of an ex-FOMO-victim social dancer

Is Skin Still In?

“Call me old fashioned, but I believe you can put on a beautiful and memorable salsa show without having to show skin. Sometimes what is invisible to the eye is what is sexier.”

– Ana Masacote (Source: Facebook)

Raise your hand if you think salsa dancing is synonymous with sex? I asked a few people in my office to describe what they envision when they think of salsa dancing. The responses were variations of “girls in short skirts dancing sexy” ...not that there is anything wrong with that, but Ana’s thoughts emphasized that all too often, stage shows focus on this stereotype – men fully clothed while the women wear skimpy costumes.

Could it be that these groups are covering up something – like weak technique – with the illusion of skin? Or are they relying on the tradition of the over-sexualized female salsa stereotype for lack of confidence to break the mold?

Yes, I know there's an expectation to “dress the part” and it’s all part of the entertainment value – however, I really admire performers who go beyond the expected.

Take a look at Masacote Dance Co’s recent performance from the Boston Salsa Festival:

Notice something? No bouncing cleavage. No ass hanging out. Instead, we see costumes that are feminine yet don’t distract from the movement. Here, the emphasis is on the artistry of the dance. It’s still incredibly hot as hell, but the sexiness comes from their attitude and movement, not their clothing. The ladies exude confidence and strength. They present a subtle sensuality with just the right amount of flirt that makes this performance truly “sexy”.  

Kudos to Masacote Dance Co for showing the salsa world that less (skin) can indeed be more.

Relax. It’s Just About Sex.

I have absolutely no problem when a handsome stranger pulls me in close for a seductive bachata, but if that same good-looking guy pulls me in close at a regular club, my Catholic schoolgirl guilt always comes out.

I try to rationalize that in bachata, there is dance technique involved and this guy I don’t know pressing his body so close to mine is doing it to honour the dance…but really, I should stop kidding myself and relax. It’s always just about sex, no matter what soundtrack is on.

So whatever song is playing, whatever club you are in, just go with it sans guilt. A little fun with your clothes on never hurt anybody. ;)

Giving Up Salsa…For Now

Every year around this time, I go on a salsa fast. I give up most of my salsa nights in exchange for summer fun in the sun and activities that “regular” people (non-salseros) do.

Remember that? When we used to go to the movies on a Tuesday, not dance…when we used to go to clubs where the most impressive dance move was keeping your balance after the fifth shot of tequila...when we blasted the beats in the car driving up to the cottage instead of bachata…

It doesn’t mean I hate salsa. A salsa fast brings me back refreshed and excited to dance, and helps me appreciate the music so much more.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve gone without dancing?

Play Me That Sweet Music

We all know DJs can make or break our night of dancing. We social dancers can definitely tell the difference between someone who just throws on a random playlist, to the DJ that transforms a room of people into a sweaty hot mess of salsa happiness.
 
I think it's a must for salsa DJs to have extensive knowledge of the music and artists. Part of the job is to educate the dancers -- I mean, if it weren't for the salsa DJs, I'd still be dancing to Lou Bega's Mambo No. 5!
 
Technical ability to optimize the sound system is a great addition to the skill set of a good DJ, but along with a good ear, the kick-ass DJ must use his/her eyes to see what is happening on the dance floor. The best-of-the-best play to the crowd's vibe, while gently guiding the dancers into new directions of energy through song selection.
 
OK, so we praise the DJ...but why do we get so excited (or not excited, depending on our tastes) when we hear a certain DJ is spinning, but lack the same enthusiasm when a live band is playing?
 
When it's an accomplished group of musicians (world famous or local pride) I really appreciate the experience. One of my most memorable salsa moments was when I was in Santiago de Cuba. That’s when my dancing transformed from a hobby into a passion…ok fine, it might have been a mixture of the mojitos and the hot man I was with, but seriously, dancing to live music is a real treat.
 
Just listen to the delivery of each instrument, and then listen to how each musician blends with the other, using their keen ears for even the tiniest variation of pitch, volume and beat....relish in the phrasing of each instrument...bathe in the art.

I know what some of you are thinking right now..."Live bands play songs that are too long" ...and all I have to say to that is, shut up and do some more cardio. Live music is the best! :)

Why Do Salseras Have So Many Dance Shoes?

I've always been rough.

When my mom was pregnant with me, I kicked so much that she was convinced I would be a boy (and a soccer player) because I was rough. When I played with the neighbourhood kids, I was usually hanging with the boys because I was rough.

So, it's really no surprise that I'm rough on my dance shoes. It doesn't matter if I wear a high-end dance shoe or a cheap brand, I go through a pair in a couple of months, easy. I never get lured in by the oh-so-pretty expensive kinds because I pitch them so fast.

In addition to the wear and tear, there is another reason us ladies need so many pairs of shoes...'cause after a while, they start to stink! Hey, I'm not saying I'm a smelly girl, but ask any salsera and dance shoe stank is an annoying thing to deal with.

I've tried every trick in the book to get rid of the smell: baking soda; Febreze, shoe deodorizer; stuffing fabric softener sheets in each shoe; putting them in the freezer (because I heard the cold will kill the bacteria...no, didn't work); and even just thinking that if I throw them in a corner and don't wear them for a few weeks, the stank smell will disappear forever (nope, it doesn't).

And that's why salseras have so many dance shoes.

I’m a Pro

I'm a pro. No really, I am.

Not because I log endless hours perfecting my technique in the studio. (Ya, I've logged a lot of hours, but I'm not talking about that.)

Not because I've traveled to different cities around the world to perform at dance events. (Ya, I've performed salsa routines here and there, but I'm not talking about that.)

Not because I get paid to entertain the crowds or teach. (Ya, I aim to entertain whenever on stage, and I've even taught at some parties, but I only get paid in good times, and I'm not talking about that either.)

I'm a pro because when I go out social dancing, I rock the floor like it's my fucking job!

It's the passion of celebrating the music and movement (no costumes or special effects necessary) and it’s the celebration of friendship and unity – no bullshit about who is affiliated with which inner-circle/school/promoter (no cliques necessary) that makes us the real pros.

And how do I have the energy to go out during the week with a full time job? I could lie and say it's the love of dance that keeps me going, but it's the disco naps!

The disco nap is very important for us die-hard social dancers. You can get the job done with a bit of shut-eye on the couch pre-clubbing, but my best preparations for a hard night out are a few ZZZs in my comfy bed.

Just be careful – it's a delicate balance between the disco nap and full-on crashing for the night. But that's more of a risk in the winter. Summer's finally here and the nice weather brings us all out to party...so no excuses! See you on the floor!

Oh? You Dance Salsa?

Happy Scene, Happy Dancers

Who wants the dancing scene to be a healthy one where we all feel comfortable and happy? I do, I do!

Our community can flourish or flounder, depending on our attitude. So, to keep the local (and international) dancing scene a positive and vibrant one...

Be friendly: Say hi! A simple acknowledgment to your fellow dancers brings a warm energy into the room.

Be supportive: If you want people to support your initiative, make sure you demonstrate your appreciation. You may also want to consider sending back some love by supporting the endeavors of others. And by others, I don't mean only those who you have a business partnership with. Don't forget about your past and present supporters who may have some achievement outside of dance that you can encourage. Let's share the love and be the definition of the word "community."

Be secure: There will always be another club, event or school…there will always be strong competitors or performers among you...there will always be great dancers sharing the floor with you…Be secure with what you offer and focus on you. Be the best you can be and all will be fine.

Be open-minded: Mingle! Interact with others. Step out of your comfort zone. Dance with someone new. Try a different genre.  Check out classes, socials, club nights and events that you have skipped in the past… being open and accepting of change can lead to wonderful things.

Be understanding:  Social dancers can’t be at every party. We do our best to show our support to as many as we can, but understand we also need balance with other activities or commitments (plus, our families and friends outside of the scene miss us, too).

Be real: Cheers to those who don’t offer false friendship to make a quick buck.

And remember: Inflated egos are not attractive; a gracious attitude is.

Also, don’t forget: Always give good and hot bachata…Ok, that last point was specific to me, but guys, take note LOL ;)

Do You Speak Zouk?

I speak fluent mambo. I also speak a lot of the other social dances, but whenever I try to dance zouk, I feel like I’m speaking a different, difficult language.

When I first heard about zouk a couple of years ago, I resisted. While I thought the music had a good vibe, it seemed way too relaxed compared to the familiar Latin beats. I’ll admit, I was skeptical if I would feel energized dancing to it all night – that, and I thought the dance was all about whipping your hair around. But my friends were posting more and more videos online of beautiful routines, demos and songs and my opinions started to shift.

I checked out a couple of drop-in classes and immediately jumped right into a weekend intensive to learn from a great talent straight from Brazil…but now a year has passed and my zouk-speak is still in its infancy.

Why?

Because I don’t want to be a beginner again!

My body can’t seem to find the groove of zouk like it did when I started salsa. I’m stiff! And I know I’ll be in “beginner hell” for a long time…so, I’ve been taking the easy way out – skipping out on socials or chatting with friends during a zouk set, avoiding the gamble of leaving my comfort zone.

It’s time to stop hiding behind the familiar and challenge myself to explore this new language some more. I’ve already taken my first zouk baby-steps – wonder what my first word will be?

Creepy or Not Creepy?

When he stares intensely into your eyes during your dance...creepy or not creepy?

When he whispers suggestive things in your ear...creepy or not creepy?

When he presses up so close to you that you can feel his iphone in his front pocket...wait, that's not an iphone! ...creepy or not creepy?

I guess it all depends on if you are attracted to the guy or not. Ah yes, "creepy" is in the eye of the beholder. But wait, can women be creepy?

When she watches his every move and starts yelling and throwing her drink if he dances a little too close to another woman (ah, young love)...creepy.

Or the girl who's eyes are like daggers (ah, stage-five clingers)...she's the one that has it out for any girl seen talking or dancing with the object of her unhealthy obsession...creepy.

Or the chick who thinks everyone is jealous of her talent and looks, and boasts about it. Nope, she just has inept social skills and is a bitch...this type is creepy and just plain sad.

But perhaps the worst type of creep one can encounter in the social dancing scene is the one who hides behind the internet – the creep that creates fake accounts to anonymously trash others, the creep that sends harassing  messages for no logical (or sane) reason but to fuel his sociopathy...yup, I've seen and heard it all.

Moral of the story? Don't be a creep! Assholes are way more likable ;)

Can Dancing Really Chase the Blues Away?



But cute cat pictures may do it for YOU, so I won’t judge…



You know, keeping up a cheery disposition is exhausting work. Sometimes it’s just not that easy to get yourself into a happy frame of mind, no matter how many inspiring quotes are on our Facebook news feeds. (Sorry, pictures of cute cats are not going to cut it, either.)

Maybe you’ve had an argument with someone, or your boss is stressing you out, or your significant other is acting like a jackass…or you’re simply just having a disappointing day.

So, what does it take to feel better? Can dancing really chase the blues away?

Ok, some people may consider it a quick fix and not the answer to life’s problems, but move your body a little and somehow things seem to feel a bit better. Pair that up with some great tunes and we may just have a recipe for healing the heavy heart.  

So what do you have to lose? You can either sit at home all miserable, eating Cheetos and watching Snookie flash her cooka on Jersey Shore (well, that show can actually make anyone feel better about themselves, but that’s another story) or you can go out and dance some love back into your heart.



Dump the Insecurity

We’ve all at some time or another been lost in the music. Our favorite track comes on, the melody swells and our moves have an energy that only a good song can command.

I was enjoying this exact feeling the other night (of course to a bachata track, my weakness) when I realized the DJ started to play another song…a song that brought on different kinds of feelings…like embarrassment, insecurity, even a twinge of anxiety.

I was dancing to my own voice.

I should have anticipated that there was a chance he would play my track – we recorded it together after all – but it still took me by surprise. People were going to hear it outside of our Facebook friends? At the club…gulp…in public?

So there I am, trying to dance my way through it and there’s my partner, just doing his thing, not even breaking rhythm. Didn’t he know how mortified I was? People assume I’m not shy because I’ve performed in many theatrical productions, including a handful of salsa routines. I’m a bit of a social butterfly too, but let me tell you, my childhood habit of burying my head in my arms came back, but this time, I hid my embarrassment in my partner’s neck and gave a little squeal.

 “What’s wrong?” he asked. He didn’t even know it was my track we were dancing to. I looked around the room, expecting people to walk off the dance floor in disappointment, but people were still dancing.

I was stressing over nothing.

By the end of the song, I almost forgot how vulnerable I was feeling. (My partner was so smooth, he has that effect on women ha-ha!)

That experience made me think of the times I stressed about people potentially criticizing my salsa performance or social dancing. I was able to eventually dismiss those insecurities because I realized it didn’t matter what others thought. I don’t dance for the approval of others; I dance to express my joy.

May you all find joy on the dance floor tonight.

I'm shy, but if you want to watch the video and listen... :)

Drink Up, Bitches

When I first started salsa dancing six years ago, I gave myself a rule: no drinking and dancing. Spinning while tipsy scared the shit out of me. Visions of crashing into the couples around me prevented me from taking more than two sips of booze.

But as time went on, I tested those boundaries — not because my technique improved and I thought I could handle it, but because I really wanted to have some drinks with friends!

So, you find yourself beyond tipsy. You're sloppy and perhaps half a cocktail away from being Lindsay Lohan. No amount of training and technique can compensate for the amount of liquor you drank, but you still want to dance!

1) Plan ahead. Wardrobe malfunctions are 52% more likely to occur when you are drunk, and it's always wise to keep Victoria's Secret if you know what I mean. Best to wear something you've danced in before and you know won't slip off. (Ok fine, I made up that statistic, but trust me, flashing your partner and not even realizing it until the song is over can be embarrassing once you sober up...but on the upside, at least you'll be memorable).

2) Avoid fast songs where possible. Your compromised hand-eye coordination will surely result in an elbow in his eye. Plus, move around too fast and you risk puking all over your new salsa shoes.  Not pretty. Stick to slow tracks.

3) It's the perfect opportunity to get your bachata on. Bachata always feels good...mmm, bachata...

4) If you’re at a club and they play merengue, let go of any thoughts that it's not a challenging enough dance and just have some fun! You're in no condition to handle challenging moves anyway, so don't hate on merengue. Same goes with reggaeton.

5) If all else fails, wiggle your hips while you have another drink. Hey, that's technically still dancing!

I Like To Kiss

I like to kiss. It comes naturally for me to kiss (and hug) someone hello and goodbye. I grew up in a very affectionate Italian household and was even taught at a young age that it would be bad news if I didn’t go kiss my aunts and uncles hello.

So, it feels completely normal to continue with this habit in the salsa scene, since salseros have also embraced the custom. I’m talking about the kiss on each cheek when you see your friend. I don’t like the one-cheek kiss, which feels so unfinished. For me, a one-cheek kiss feels like the music stopped midway through a cross-body lead, so it has to be two kisses! Left to right or right to left, I don’t really have a preference, but I don’t like the air kiss – you know the kind – with the fake muah muah sounds. A little smooch sound is cute and expected, but it’s a dead giveaway that someone’s going through the motions when it sounds like a cartoon.

That’s why it’s best to give the kiss greeting because you want to, not because everyone else is doing it. If it’s not in your personality to give that type of hello, for the love of salsa, please don’t fake it! Give a wave, a playful punch on the arm, stick your tongue out and make a funny face – anything other than a fake kiss hello.

But I’ll admit, I’ve faked it.

Sometimes, I show up somewhere and it feels like I’m caught in a receiving line at a wedding – because I know everybody there and then I have to make my way through the people to give a “proper” hello. (That damn Italian upbringing. Ha-ha!)

Even thought I like to give a kiss hello to my friends, not everyone I know is comfortable with that much affection, so I don’t get offended. I just give ‘em my biggest smile. But these are the same guys who like to dirty bachata with me, so who knows what the rules are anymore!



 ELAINE: What is the big deal about putting your lips on somebody's face?

           JERRY: It's the obligation, you know? As soon as this person comes in, you know you have to  do this. I mean, if you could, say, touch a breast as part of the kiss hello, then I think I could see the value in it a little better.



The Interrupters

When you see two people in the club standing closely, face-to-face, bodies turned away from the dance floor (far, far from the dance floor actually) what does that tell you?

Body language experts may determine that they don't want to dance at that moment. Maybe because they are having an engaging conversation. Well, I'm no body language expert, but that would be my guess. Yet, what boggles my mind is how many people misread this to be the equivalent of waving a giant flag that says, "I'm begging you! Please rip me away from this person I'm talking to."



Doug Butabi: So... you want to dance?
Girl: We're not in the club yet.

Take the other night. Me and a couple of friends were interrupted several times by guys who "misread" our body language...yeah, as if sitting at a table in the corner with our backs to the dance floor is playing hard-to-get or something.

But men are not the only ones who do this. Women do it, too. I've even witnessed a women pounce on a guy who was still at coat check.

So what could this mean? Are there really not enough people coming out to dance that we have to grab at anyone in the room? Or maybe these interrupters just really, really want to dance.

I can understand their plight. Some nights my mantra is "no talk, must dance" too. But to the extreme interrupters -- the people who come back again and again within a five minute time frame -- when we say "not at this time, I'm talking to my friend" -- we aren't kidding. Watch the body language. It'll save you a few trips :)

Is Cha Cha Really That Intimidating?

A packed dance floor is suddenly a little bit roomier when a cha cha track comes on – or at least, I've often noticed this trend at socials, clubs and congresses.

Surprisingly, a few of the most accomplished salseros I know have prefaced our dance with something like “I’m not very good at cha cha” – even though our cha cha turned out to be delightful!

So what’s the deal here? Is cha cha really all that intimidating? I gotta know, so take the poll!

Update July 5: Of the 30 people that voted, 66% say that they love cha cha (and not intimidated).

How to Make It Feel like It’s the First Time

I had a very close friend who I used to dance with almost daily. We went to clubs several nights a week, took the same salsa classes, and were on the same dance team. We endlessly practiced turn patterns in my living room (how this kid had energy to practice at 3 a.m. after a night of partying, I’ll never know), while waiting in line at the store…needless to say, I soon could predict his every move, and he knew exactly how I would style in any given moment.

Fun turned into predictable. Predictable turned into boring. Our salsa chemistry had faded.

One night, we decided to go dancing. Not many people were out, so we danced with each other the majority of the evening.  After about the sixth or seventh salsa, I knew I had to take the matter into my own hands.

And then I did it. I hijacked the dance.  I took over the lead.

His eyes widened with a look of complete shock, because I was always such an obedient salsa follower. Then, he smiled and put me into a turn-pattern that was completely unexpected. It was my turn to smile! That dance with a familiar partner felt just like the first time we danced with each other – new and exciting.

Hello Jack! Check out this video...

Please Excuse Me. I'm Wearing Flats Today.

To heel or not to heel? Considering I can't walk into a store and not come out without at least three pairs of high-heeled salsa shoes, that seem like a ridiculous question. However, every once in a while, that little voice inside my head begs for me to keep the high-heeled kicks in the shoe bag.

Now before you jump to conclusions, I'm not whining about sore feet. If you burn up the dance floor in heels several nights a week, it's kind of assumed your soles will ache. Sore feet mean you had an amazing night of dancing, so that's not the issue here. What I'm talking about is the obligation of heels...

What? Did I just say obligation?

Yup.

The obligation I feel I am faced with as a salsera is the expectation to be "sexy" on the dance floor. Well, who says I can't be sexy in flats? The music is supposed to inspire my movement, not my footwear. It shouldn't matter if I wear sneakers or stilettos, right?

But maybe the real question that little voice inside my head is asking is why do I always have to project "sexy" when I'm salsa dancing? Yeah, yeah, salsa is supposed to be sexy, but why does salsa have to be synonymous with that word? I don't know about you, but I don't always move my body with the sexiest of intensions. Depending on the song, I’m sometimes inspired to be silly. Other times, I'm motivated to be a little funky in my movement. And if I have a dance partner that is willing to be playful, our dance has so many, many more layers than your stereotypical "sexy."

Salsa is an expression of so many attitudes, and I really enjoy discovering all of those different attitudes...sometimes in heels, and sometimes in flats!

The Sexy Stranger Bachata Experience

It was one of the those nights where I wasn’t expecting much – just go out and have a few dances, maybe chat with some people and keep it to an early night – but little did I know, I would have the “sexy stranger bachata experience” – and Oh. My. God. It was hot!

Definition of the sexy stranger bachata experience:

• You've never seen this person before in the clubs - not even on Facebook.
• You don't remember who asked who, but somehow you ended up in each other's arms and it feels ooooh so right.
• The “I'll-keep-a-polite-distance-until-at-least-our-third-bachata” rule goes out the window. Grinding? Dirty dancing? Whatever it's called, it's hot, and you want more.
• You haven't seen this person out at the club since :(

I'm still thinking about that steamy bachata and the mystery bachatero...maybe I’ll find him again tonight ;)