Salsa, Sex and Sporadic Weather

Oh hi. I’ve missed you. I hope your week has given you plenty to smile about. If not, suck it up! Kidding, this week will be better I promise. 


Life has suddenly become rather busy for me. I complain when I’m busy, I complain when I’m bored. (I only complain cos’ you listen). I DO love a crazy busy lifestyle though. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Fast paced is one of the reasons I moved up to Auckland. Another being Salsa. If you’re picturing tomato goodness on taco chips then please stop immediately. I’m talking va va voom. Arebaaaaaa! Shake your bon-bon? Shimmy shimmy?? Work it girl??? Anything? Well Salsa is a Latin dance style that I fell head over heels in love with 8 years ago. After a forced break from an injury, it has now sprung back into my life in full force, plastering a humongous smile on my face. 


Auckland’s salsa scene thrives and the one thing I love most about it is the array of people that step onto that floor and give it a crack. (As well as the talented teachers sharing their knowledge. Oh and the social nights. Aaaaand the opportunities to develop) Did I say one thing?... I can’t count. 


I had heard through the grape vine (See what I did there…dancers?...Oh forget it.) that Auckland’s salsa scene was rather pretentious, but to be honest I have found it to be full of character and anything but. My first Auckland salsa experience was at a Viva Latino salsa party. The first man to ask me for a dance was a rather solid, rather staunch looking Islander. I didn’t hesitate, but I couldn’t help but think he didn’t quite fit into the typical salsa crowd. He had me gliding around the floor in no time, weaving in between salsa couples. He was smooth. And he knew it. He was such a gentleman and the complete opposite of pretentious. I knew from then on that me and Auckland Salsa were going to get along just fine. 


Another thing I was told before moving up to Auckland was that this city experiences every season’s weather in one day. And blow me down it truly does. It’s like a hormonal teenager, smiling one minute, crying the next. I can’t keep up. It does keep things rather random, which I like. But it has also taught me to never leave my car window down; even just a fraction can result in having a wet arse for the one hour crawl home. Sigh. Just today I went for a walk, half of it being in gorgeous sunshine and blue skies, the other, dark clouds and pouring rain. The only upside was as the rain stopped a double rainbow (I can never say that without saying it in that stoopid voice from the TV commercials) was sprawled across the sky. Rainbows remind me of my childhood, so as I walked I drifted into memories of my little 8 year old self, going on hunting missions, determined to find that pot of gold... The rain had now soaked through my underwear, causing me to walk as though I’d been ravished a few too many times the night before. Any childhood memories quickly vanished and I focussed on getting me and my wet underwear (Stoppit! Mind.gutter.out) home for a warm shower. 


I know what you’re thinking. This Blog’s title mentions sex. Get to the sex! (I like the way you think) Unfortunately for you the sex is yet to happen. (Or at least sex that is worth writing about) I had a naughty dream about my cousin’s friend and now he just won’t leave me (Not literally, that would be kinda weird. Just in my head-still kinda weird…help!). I’ve tried shaking this and have had no such luck. It doesn’t help that he comes over to my house quite often and I have to stop myself from turning everything he says into a sexual innuendo, Me: ‘How are ya?’, Him: ‘Yeah, I’m good. (I bet you are) How about you?’ Me: ‘Could be better (Did I actually just say that?). Yeah nah good.’ (Jump my bones…I mean what?!). Settle down Sloan. Yikes. Usually I just try and avoid any form of communication.


Deep down I’m a hopeless romantic (Hopeless being the keyword here). I’m determined to prove chivalry is not dead. There has got to be men out there that have jumped straight out of The Notebook and into my lap, I mean life. I know I’m kidding myself, that stuff only happens in movies right? My reality is giving some guy I barely know a BJ on my friends couch and then passing out drunk with spring roll stuck to my face. Cringing? I did the same thing as I very quietly picked up my handbag and snuck out the front door in the morning. (Maybe some things in movies do exist in real life after all…)


Whether it’s unexpected rainbows, a big islander doing the shimmy-shake or a new sexual conquest, my life up here in the big smoke gives me plenty of reasons to laugh (and even more reasons to ask, WTF Bex?). It’s these random moments that make life one hell of a ride. Next stop…who knows? That’s part of the fun. I’m off to get my dream on *cheeky grin*


Love & Laughs


Bex