Salsa Stories

I went salsa dancing again Friday - that's 3 times in 2 weeks. I'm already a LOT better. Before this I had gone to Havana Club (3 blocks from where I live) only every 4-6 months, but I still remember some of the people I'd seen a few times. Turns out some of them remember me too.

This guy (turns out his name was Ivan) asked me to dance, and when I looked up at him I said "Hey, I know you!"
Ivan: "yes, last time we danced I disrobed you!"
Rose: *long pause* *more pausing* "OH THAT WAS YOU!?!?"
(took me a few seconds, but I finally remembered the time we were dancing and I was wearing a wrap dress - at one point he was turning me, and his hand accidentally caught in the loop tie at my waist, pulling the tie out. I caught it before my dress flashed open, but it was a hilarious moment.)
Ivan: "haha yes, that was me. I tell that story sometimes, it was very funny."

Glad we both had a sense of humor about it :) (and glad I learned my lesson, I never wear that dress out dancing any more!)