Just call me Twinkletoes

Ohmygod, am I hooked on salsa or what.

Last night I got grabbed at social dance time by one of the seniors who seems to have hips that are articulated backwards - he’s so fluid in his movements you’d think he was missing a few bones. Anyhow, he spun me about mercilessly and fired questions at me, like ‘Do you know this one? What about Cuban Break? What about Faldelal? What about Spinecrusher? How long have you been dancing? Nononono, not that way, THAT way, there you go….’ while I flailed about and tried to look civilised.

I discover that the man really IS in charge - or at least you’d better hope he is. Without a man leading you’re screwed - no idea where to be at all. This was proved to me after class when we all took to the floor again and the guy I was dancing with suggested I close my eyes and see if he could cue the steps without me being able to see. He could. Amazing.