Dance is no less than a romantic affair. Therefore, your partner needs to be Mr. Perfect. Ruchi Dhona, our expert on Hashinglife.com shares her experience of meeting Mr. Perfect at Salsa Dance Social.
I didn’t notice him right away; he wasn’t your typical tall, dark Mills & Boon hero. He didn’t make a dramatic entry and there was absolutely nothing about his appearance that was screaming for attention. He was your regular guy next door looking to have a good time.
I first noticed him when he walked up to me and asked me for a dance. We were at a Salsa Dance Social where it is perfectly acceptable for a guy to walk up to an unknown girl and ask her for a dance (yes, even in India). “But I don’t really like Kizomba much”, I explained. That was fine, he said – he would return when the next Salsa track started playing. And he kept his promise by coming back for the next dance.
I’m usually wary of dancing with unknown guys, but his friendly smile convinced me. He sensed my initial hesitation and said I would be fine if I trusted him just a little. He asked for my hand and I let him take it. I would have liked to describe dancing with him as a magical experience when everything else disappeared, but this is not exactly a fairytale. The dance floor was super busy, which meant he had to constantly watch out so that we didn’t bump into other people around us. He seemed like an experience dancer but he probably figured I was a beginner so he didn’t try to make me do any fancy moves. We did very basic steps but I had a really good time. He was patient when I made mistakes. Mr. perfect wasn’t socially awkward. He made polite conversation and smiled often. When he pulled me closer, I was glad he smelled nice. This despite the fact that he had been dancing for a while, so I wondered if was carrying a change of clothes. Brownie points for the mint he had popped in before we started dancing.
And then the music stopped. Mr. Perfect thanked me and then went to ask another girl for the next dance. He was the perfect gentleman – when a girl refused to dance with him, Mr. Perfect didn’t think it was a big deal. He simply smiled and said “no worries”. When he started dancing with the next girl, I realized that Mr. Perfect was being just as thoughtful to her. He even walked up to the bar to get a glass of water for one of his dance partners.
I’m dying to dance with Mr. Perfect again. Maybe I’ll ask for his number and go out for coffee sometime. Maybe I’ll leave my glass slipper behind.