Ok...so everyone who knows me knows I married a man who could not possibly in any conceivable reality be into salsa dancing. I tried to change this. Change him. Change the laws of thermodynamics. And. We arrived at Copa at 9:00 p.m. sharp for the $5 salsa lesson. It is pretty informal, so they wait a bit for stragglers and random adventurers to be drawn in. I started out with a dry vodka martini, odd number of olives, Tito's. Sonic Stud started out with a dirty vodka martini. Dry & dirty, what a pair. So...we get started, doing the basic step (I've done this lesson at least three times in the last few years). I see that Sonic Stud (hereafter abreviated as S.S.) is having a bit of difficulty with the foot work. We get into turns: right turn then hook turn then right turn followed by a hook turn. S.S. is lost. I mean lost as in Land of the Lost lost. Just not in a salsa universe AT ALL. So we get started and he is bouncing up and down...and adding an extra step in the middle to increase the bounce. I tell him you can't just "add an extra step" and he says he will do it the way he wants to do it. I tell him that isn't salsa. He gets angry at me for criticizing him.
Fast forward thirty minutes. He is still not knowing the basics and I'm being spun around and around by some tiny nerdy latin lover type who has clearly done this before and is apparently there to introduce his date to the dance. I was like, wow...great things come in small nerdy packages. Well, who knows...anyway, I'm still invested in my marriage and wouldn't dream of dissing a great guy who has no soul (confer James Brown).
At the end of the lesson S.S. looked at me and simply said, "I'm done." I was like, "what?!" I had been looking forward to a fun evening of salsa and now S.S. is just as dour and uncooperative as he can be and emphasizes that he hates the music and he can't do it and he doesn't like it and that he doesn't mean to hurt me but that is just how it is and can we please leave now.
Hmph. Men take note: when a lady likes to salsa, you are a fool to hold back on her. Anyway, he agreed that it is fine for me to come out by myself and salsa and suggested I borrow Monkey Wit's husband for this purpose.
If I didn't have the most rock solid confidence in our marriage, I'd think this was a conspiracy to drive me away. But I know better. Next on the agenda: the Texas Two Step. S.S. says he'll try anything once.
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I'll let you use my husband as long as you give him as awesome a nickname as Sonic Stud. And as far as SS goes, he may not be all that on the dance floor, but he's a total BADASS behind the keytar!
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