Salsa

I've been rather awful on my lessons recently. Started last year, in full throttle, which then died away as , well to put it mildly, my career took over. To be honest, I wonder where I had the time to even go then! Ah the warped lives we lead, giving a comfortable future and the ability to finance one cardiac bypass's in 30 years time, during which one's coronaries spasm secondary due to the stresses of the lifestyles one will lead on the next 30 years. Such silly people.

Anyway, I went after a month of not going yesterday. I took my darling friend A, with me to introduce her to it. She and I are in similar stages at the moment. Perhaps hers worse than mine, but she's doing fabulously. Far stronger individual.

Actually, I believe she had a good time. Once we'd finished, and I apologised to the girl I slapped and the other girl whose foot i stamped on, we strolled back home. Wasn't it a lovely day yesterday! The weather here is just perfect! Yes you out-of-london-ers, London weather, em whats' the words, 'rocks'! (dear me am I being influenced? Damn the contamination! :) )

A and I both came to the conclusion that's we'd gone to salsa on an odd day. The majority of the girls were at their sexiest. The flash skirts and skin tight jeans, with the impractical stilettoes, they were certainly a lad's sight to behold. Was actually impressed. Fashionable lot here. Did they know about that men often come up close and have odd breath, and have sweaty palms? Oh yes, we've to take the good with the bad right?

Shame oriental city's closing down. I refuse to believe it. You know what, I'm not going to talk about it. And I dont want to hear another word about it!

OK, now that I'm past my unreasonable and irrational phase, where was I?
You know its important for one to have insight into oneself? I acquired most of mine through rude awakenings, and it being spelt out to me at about 80 decibels. But at least I have; many are still clueless as to what their flaws are. It's a very fine balance though, between optimism and insecurities. Dear me, I digress!

I've some free time on my hands at the moment which is why I'm actually here. I used to do alot of emailing, which was a form of a journal in a way. I'm restarting it :) But (Kusssaaa!) I have to go now!

Have to go see my gem of a nephew who apparently looks like me, shouts like me, has a similar voice type, has the same skin allergies, and the same taste in music. Adorable chap I tell you.