Yesterday I dated the cousin of my usual Salsa style. Elle s’appelle Salsa Portoricaine (Her name is Salsa Porto Rican). After all, I do live in Grenoble and therefore my notes would occasionally be peppered by French phrases. It is to highlight how sophisticated I have become in my old age… Anyway, back to Salsa Porto Rican.
In short, it was a hoot. Brought back a lot of memories. I tried a similar style (Salsa LA) back in Kuala Lumpur a long time ago. Back then, I was barely passionate and was just doing it to break the monotony of life. Times have changed. Also my reasons for dance. This time around, I loved it from the moment go. Different style, different moves and definitely different songs. We were in an intermediate class and despite that, I picked up the figures rather easily thanks to a strong Cuban training and two sensational right feet.
What sets it apart? Well, the figures were in a straight line with an obsession for turns. I had this odd sensation that most of the moves were derivatives of Bachata figures. Or perhaps, it is the other way around and Bachata derived a lot of moves from Salsa Porto Rican. Not too sure about who stole from who but either way, it was interesting to draw the similarities. Considering I am currently seducing Bachata, one could say Salsa Porto Rican has become that much easier for me to get in bed with. About the music, I found it was more uplifting and contemporary than its Cuban cousin. All in all, a lot of reasons to invest my time and shoe life in it…
However, when I thought about committing to her (Salsa Porto Rican), commitment phobia started rearing its ugly head. Not always a bad thing considering I am already stretched thin as it is with Bachata, Kizomba and Semba on the rooster for the coming year.
Can I actually commit to a fourth wife? Even though she could be something I might be able to pick up fairly quickly. Then again, unless I accept staying at the shallow end of the dance pool for Bachata and Kizomba, I do not think I would be able to shower her with the attention that she deservedly needs.
If only we lived in a perfect world. In such a world, I would be able to dance sixteen hours a day without a day job to tie down my feet. In such a world, a Saudi princess will be head over heals over me and will finance my passion with her oil wells. In such a world, I would have started dance classes even before I learned how to walk. Sigh.
Since we are in this world with its imperfections, for the moment at least, I would stick to just three and spend the additional hours looking for my Saudi Princess…
Until then, If you find me sitting alone on the sidelines during a Porto Rican soirées with a wistful expression on my face, you would understand why… Four is just one too many.