Mum came to stay last weekend , which was good fun. Mum and I always
seem to find interesting topics to talk about. We can spend hours
talking about anything from the mundane such as a shopping list to the
great philosophical thoughts of our time... and somewhere in between
all that she remarked that she liked Gorgeous Landlord and "wouldn't
mind having him as a so-in-law".
Later, she came salsa dancing with me on Thursday (to her chosen venue)
and Friday (to mine). Was a blast from the past to go back to the
village hall where I had first learned salsa (and to discover how
spoilt I had become, accustomed to the standard of dancer in Brighton)
but it was nice, as personally I prefer the DJ's choice of music over
what tends to get played at my usual Brighton haunts.
Friday, at the considerably more meat-market, clubby atmosphere of my
usual place, Mum had expected to be overlooked in exchange for
the younger, leggier, handkerchief wearing girls. But no, she got more
dances than she had expected. Many of my friends asked her to dance and
so did some people I didn't know, one of whom kept trying to look down
her top. um, you're meant to be looking into her eyes, honey.... Mum
was told she was very sexy (by someone else) and so I think we'll be
back there next week (as she and Tree_Fella are coming to stay this
weekend)
Early part of the evening Mum did do more watching than dancing and I
did more dancing than watching. My favourite part of the evening was
during three consecutive tracks when Playful and Confident both danced
with me, continuously swapping with each other several times during the
song. The constant change of lead made it very difficult but also very
exciting and of course I relished the attention - to have the undivided
attention of two most sought-after dancers and ALL to myself? well
that's just plain greedy.
Greedy greedy me!
I also seem to have caught the eye of the Cuban teacher who after a
salsa number asked to pre-book the next Bachata (a very close dance
with accentuated hip movement - think Lambada with less haste). Bachata
is close, and seductive and sexy and all that, but it isn't necessarily
danced with holding the girls hand to your chest... or holding onto the
girl's hips to feel that hip motion. The chap is nice enough, not
really creepy or anything, but that he has a girlfriend and yet still
behaves like this is worrying. I'm coming to the conclusion that salsa
teachers -as a rule - are really untrustworthy.
Playful (another teacher and a great dancer, sought after in the dance
scene) seems to still be in pursuit, more recently hinting towards
finding the right girl to settle down with as being what he's looking
for. I can only assume that due to the fact that I've not gone out with
any of the interested parties from salsa, then in his mind, I am
probably such a good, decent Muslim girl (who happens to dance
salsa!?!) that I would only be interested in something as long term as
marriage. I suppose it doesn't help that I have enjoyed some
reminiscing sessions about things such as Ramadan and Eid, interested
in comparing how it is in his culture compared to things in Indonesia.
He probably has me down as some very well-behaved, pious Muslim girl
(um, rather further from the truth than I would like, actually)
More recently he's been hinting that although he has a selection of
girls just offering themselves to him, he won't decide upon which girl
to choose until he's back from holiday. He has further hinted
that I am the current favourite to win, since my behaviour (to not
chase him but stand quietly on the sidelines a little) was how he
picked out his ex girlfriend from the eager crowd three years
ago.
Exactly how much salt is in a pinch, anyway?
I think we can safely assume he's saying exactly the same thing to the
Gorgeous German Girl who appears to have caught his eye and is smitten
back - she's stayed over at his place a few times and they're tactile
even off the dancefloor - Personally I think he's better off with GGG
than with me - he stands more chance, since she doesn't know not to
trust him. He lied to me about having a girlfriend,
remember?
He's a cad, isn't he? but he's so charming and sweet and actually a
rather nice guy underneath his hopeless charade. He does have a certain
amount of natural, unintentioned charm with the ladies, but he's not
very good at knowing what he wants - so he tries to gauge a girl's
interest without cutting off options with any other potentials. It's
almost like he's putting the girlfriend position out to tender. with
secret bids from all interested parties. So long as he makes sure all
think they are favourite to win while made aware of the competition,
he's happy.
Spanner in the works is when the gossips get together to try to find
out who IS the odds-on favourite. Some people had already thought I
was
his girlfriend, due to the enormous amount of attention I'd been
getting on the dancefloor, others thought he was still with his ex,
some think he's been taking bribes and taking sneak peaks at the bids
by bedding some of the bidders early - gossip gossip and
speculation.
I think he's right that he shouldn't get involved with anyone until
he's back from his trip. And my money is on the Gorgeous German Girl.
