In response to Marlena's last post regarding the salsa class, I would like to say that I have never read anything more accurate in my entire life. Honestly. I vividly remember seeing one of those dancers having a jubilant time while failing to notice that the only sweaty part of is body were his balls. I immediately knew that the only shelter he knew of was his cubicle. Marlena forgot the mention the chick that I feel should be kicked in the face. This girl stalks the instructor. How do I know this? Well, she dressed to kill when she arrives to class. Her every move, smile, hip shake, swivle, mambo, and turn is for the instructor, Damian (who, by which, we shall talk more about in a moment). She's been going to that rhythm fitness class ever since it started. The sadness of it all. The only way I can describer her physically is a forty six year old Jennifer Lopez. I was partner dancing with Molly once and Iturned and got too close to her and her partner (two people who were taking the danicng VERY seriously) and accidentally stepped on her foot. After I apologized, she screamed "that's not fair!" Which, to me, doesn't seem like the logical reflex. That class is definitely full of misfits. There's this one guy who looks like a four foot Kip Dynamite. I've noticed that he always stands next to Jenny from the Block. The guy can never seem to get what's going on. I'm pretty sure he has no clue that music exists.
Now ... for my favorite part of this blog, Damian, the instructor. To this day, I can not figure out what nationality he belongs to, but when I do find out, I'll be sure that I find a fitting suitor that shares the same as he. He's very funny in that class, he's always making fun of the people who can figure out what's going on. In a lady's voice he screams absurdities like "Where am I going? or "What did he just say? or "Mucho Sexy!" I remember a time he noticed that Kip was dancing really close to his ass and laughed. He turned around and said "oh hello!" Marlena will agree that he is quite dreamy. He's seven feet tall. He asked me to dance once and I nearly turtleheaded. He whispered in my ear and said, "I need you to dance like you're six feet tall.." and me with my diva wannabe personality replied with " I always do!" Blush much, Ree? Life was good that night. Hey, Damian, was it good for you?