Well, Saturday was the big hit
day for me. I spent the morning taking care of some personal business. I hadn't planned on the rain that came
through Houston yesterday, so I got pretty thoroughly drenched by 12:00 noon.
My dance teacher had invited me to
drop by to say hello and maybe sit in on a couple of classes in the afternoon if my errands were finished. As it
turned out, they weren't, but the rain wasn't helping any.
I decided to wear The Edge with the Amouage Dia.
Couldn't dress all that nice since I had to do some heavy lifting and stuff. So, I was just wearing an Armani polo
shirt and some Docker's Stain Defender pants with (wet) Italian leather shoes (BTW -- Friday evening, I was wearing
a nice blue button-down shirt and white slacks).
I didn't know any of the students in the two classes I ended
up helping with. The girls were all trying to lead and doing a pretty lousy job of it (for those of you who are not
familiar with my dance classes, these are Salsa classes -- the man is supposed to lead in Salsa).
The teacher is
recovering from an injury, so she asked me to help lead the warmup session at the beginning of the intermediate
class. I demonstrated a heel turn and another move, intimidating everyone (not intionally -- the first time I saw
the heel turn, I thought I would never master it).
As the lesson progressed and we got into the dance rotation,
the girls who partnered with me got a pleasant surprise. They suddenly found themselves with a partner who knew how
to lead. This is why I keep telling guys to take the beginner classes several times in a row. You end up with an
advantage over your partners, and you need it when you are learning to dance. Once the women become accustomed to
leading, they have a difficult time adjusting to more experienced partners -- and men who never lead just don't get
asked to dance.
So, each girl got a little jolt of "THIS IS HOW A STRONG LEAD FEELS". All of them reacted
pleasantly after getting over the shock of not being in control any more.
BTW -- I touched up with 8 dabs of APC
before going into the studio, since I wasn't sure of how the rain would have affected the Amouage and Edge.
So,
there were two particularly cute girls in the class. Since I didn't expect to see them again, I decided to throw
caution to the winds at the first opportunity. One of the girls is probably no older than 17.
I decided she
would not be a good target. Her hands became very sweaty every time she partnered with me and she couldn't
concentrate on the basic steps.
The other one was a few years older and better able to handle the pheromones.
At one point, she tried to lead and I stopped her in mid-stride. I just didn't let her finish the move. She
looked up at me in shock and then recovered quickly, saying, "Okay, you can lead." She then looked down in
embarrassment.
So, I said, "Hey, a little submission is good, but not while we're dancing." She immediately
raised her head and her eyes were sparkling. She closed her eyelids for a moment and then opened them. I led her
through the routine and added a couple of extra steps as a reward.
As each woman in the class came around, I
gave some helpful advice where I thought appropriate. I tried to gently but firmly seize control over the frame
from each of them. I kept thinking, "I should have been here to train these ladies up right." So, I was definitely
feeling cocky. Probably the Androstenone was well into OD territory by this point.
But I was teasing and joking
with the women as well as providing a little coaching. They all decided I must be a teacher. One girl insisted I
was. I said, "No, but I play one on TV". She said, "Really?" (This was the teenager.)
The older girl (she was
from India and quite pretty) couldn't take her eyes off me. Every time she came around to me, she looked down,
closed her eyelids, and looked back up into my eyes. She had a very gentle touch and did whatever I told her to
do.
Class ended, we all went our separate ways. I went out and got drenched again and came back for the last
class of the day, a beginner. What the heck? I thought. I added another 4 dabs of APC (I love this stuff, but I
was probably reeking past OD by this time).
The beginner girls were into their third week of the class and had
already learned to lead themselves. Shock of shocks, here I come and assert my experience. The dawning look of
realization on their faces that I wasn't a beginner was simply amazing. You could see in their eyes that each one
was saying to herself, "WOW. Who is this guy?"
It's good to be the only experienced man in a group of dance
students.
One girl, a little taller than me, really got into dancing with me. She was just grooving along and
had a great rhythm. I asked her if she danced another style and she replied that she only dances Hip Hop and some
club stuff with her friends. No formal training. For those of you who track the effects of pheromones on ethnic
groups, this beauty was African-American. She mentioned she had done some modelling at one point, but I didn't say
anything in reply.
There was a third class where I joined the warmup but there were so many guys in the class
there was no point in my staying. The girls kept giving me interested looks but I never got to dance with them.
In the beginner class, the girls jockied for position a little bit. A couple of Asian girls seemed pretty
interested but were not as forward as the girl from India or the African-American girl. The African-American girl
stayed around to talk a little bit after the class.
Okay, those are the minor hit stories. The good stuff will
be in a followup.
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