Blood On The Dance Floor

I’m into Salsa in quite a big way, a guy I had been on a date with expressed a passion for dancing and music so I thought it would be fun to introduce him to something I loved. So for our second date I took him to a Salsa club I like.

We got there early to attend the lessons because I thought he would find it fun, and it would give context to the night and show him what Salsa is all about. He loved it and seemed to catch on pretty quickly.

We were enjoying the night and drinking, I introduced him to some people I knew and we seemed to be having a great time. Then one of my regular dancers came up to me and asked for a dance. My date was busy talking to some people I had introduced him to, and so I said yes, I would just do one dance though because I was with someone. I noticed that my date was watching us, maybe he was impressed to see two people dancing Salsa who really knew what they were doing.

Afterwards I came back to my date and I felt like he was on a mission to prove something. Suddenly his dancing became really showy, and he was making stuff up and drawing attention to us. Because he didn’t really know what he was doing, we were bumping into people on the floor and I wasn’t enjoying myself.

The last straw for me was when he trod on my foot and cracked my toenail in half. It really, really hurt. I had to leave the dance floor and go to the ladies, there was blood all over my sandal. I came out and had a go at him in front of my friends and he stormed off calling me a slut. That was the first and last time I ever tried to introduce anyone to something I love.

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