And He Can Salsa

Last night, I went dancing with Indy (yes, I’m permanently going to call him that).  I couldn’t help but squeal (internally of course) when he told me we were going Salsa dancing.

Now let me tell you a little bit about me and Salsa dancing.  My mother is half Columbian, half Venezuelan, and my father is half British, half Italian.  As a result, I was born a cute (if I do say so myself), 4 foot 9 inch, blonde, dancing queen who‘s a natural in the kitchen.  I love dancing in general.  Salsa, Merengue, Tango, Mambo, Swing, The Waltz, The Fox Trot, The Jitter Bug (just to name a few).  You name it, I dance it.  But one of my favorite has to be Salsa dancing.  I love it, which is exactly why I was thrilled when Indy told me he was going to take me Salsa dancing.

I got to be honest, I didn’t think Indy would be any good at Salsa dancing.  He didn’t seem like the type that knew how to, but boy was I wrong.

I got ready last night and eagerly awaited his arrival.  I curled my hair so that I would have nice, long lasting waves, and wore a cute light blue (to match my eyes) Salsa dancing appropriate dress.  

I heard a knock on my door right as I finished getting ready.  I opened it and there was Indy standing in hot pants and a light blue button up shirt.  “We match,” I said, with a big smile on my face (boy was he looking hot).  “Ya, I thought I’d wear something to match your eyes.” (internal girly squeal)  He noticed my eyes.  Actually, I think he had said something earlier about wearing something to match my eyes, but that’s not the point.  The point is that he actually remembered the color of my eyes and was kind enough to mention it.

We got in his car and drove to the club.  The whole way there, I couldn’t help but notice that we had the same kind of sense of humor.  It was weird to me because I hadn’t found a guy who had my unique sense of humor.

We got to the club and immediately started dancing.  I was in shock.  Had I finally met a guy that could keep up with me on the dance floor?  I think I had.  He wasn’t the crappy kind of dancer  that though he could dance but really couldn’t.  Indy could dance, and dance we did.

We danced until three in the morning, and then we realized we were exhausted.  Luckily he was going to be able to sleep in because he had the day off, and so was I because the restaurant I work at only opens for dinner.  We got back to our building, said good bye, and I immediately knocked out on my bed.

So, what have I learned about Indy in the past 48 or so hours?

• He's hot (always a plus)
  
• He's going to be a pediatrician (he loves kids, which is adorable)
• He's hot (extremely hot)
  
• He's taking a year off because he needs time to relax (I did the same thing last year)
• He's hot (he's perfectly muscley)
  
• He's working at Disneyland and is currently stationed at the Indiana Jones Ride (he still looks hot in his uniform)
• He's hot (he has gray eyes)
  
• He just turned 21 (just a little over a year older than me)
• He's hot (his brown hair looks perfect)
  
• He has the same sense of humor as me (finally, a guy that can laugh as much as I do)
• He's hot (his smile is gorgeous)
  
• He's a gentleman (opens doors for me and everything)
• He's hot (his tan is not too light, not too dark, and definitely doesn't look fake)
  
• He's a coffeeholic like me (I don't care what people say, being a coffeeholic is not a problem)
• He's hot (drool)
• He can Salsa (I think I' might've met my match)
• He's hot (did I mention he was hot)

So what do I think about Indy?

I think he it might be alright if he stuck around for a while (hopefully a long time) ... (girly squeal)