As if I wasn't already head over heels in love with Chicago, this dance-full weekend more or less sealed the deal :)
Yes, there are a lot more girls than guys in the Chicago salsa scene, which means that the girls need to be a little more aggressive . . . . not something I have a problem with :) Lets face it, I've never had a problem asking for (and getting) what I want.
Not dancing everyday like I used to has turned my cardio to s*** :( I was in pain and gasping for breath after every fast song . . . Not that it stopped me from dancing the next one :P
Dancing alone in my room has done wonders for my styling though ;)
My feet are no longer callused :( Which makes them really hurt by the end of the night . . .
I'm a darn good follow! Not perfect by any means, but good enough to keep up with professionals, connect with perfect strangers and make instructors be like, "D*** girl, where did you learn to dance like that???" That would be Seattle . . .
Dancing on2 opens doors. And windows. Guys want you ;)
Oh and one more thing . . . . . . even in a new city, I can smell a player from a mile away :)
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