I've been going to salsa since I started my consulting job. I haven't been to a class in a few weeks because things have been so hectic with girl, work, and issues at home. But now since most of that has cooled down, I'm back at it.

Today wasn't exactly the most motivating day to go to salsa. But I needed a healthy outlet for all the frustration and stress. I didn't want to eat, slump in front of the TV, or drink.

Last time I was at salsa, I had that defining moment where I watched this couple dance and knew I want to train towards a dancer's body. And I wanted to get serious about salsa technique and spirit so I could move towards what I saw in that couple: raw energy poured into a sensual glass without the raunch.

Last Thursday, I felt a bit rusty but I soared through the 2 turns I struggled with before. When the music came on, I just knew I was in the right place. A content smile broke out over my face.

Then, we went to the second half of the class where we practice dancing with a partner. That's when I met that girl.

I can't remember her name now because it happened so quickly, especially the end where she raced out of the place the minute the class ended. But what I do remember is her gaze. Usually, in salsa classes, guys get to dance and meet a lot of girls; it comes with the territory which is most always starved for men. You meet the attractive ones, the ones who are doing it for fun, the ones who are trying to unleash the inner goddess and all that. Then, in between all those, you may meet one with whom you actually have chemistry. It happened once before at second lesson, if I remember correctly. It was a very sultry northern English woman in a red top and a steady gaze that just steamed with lust. I did consider talking to her but her son and friend were nearby.

Back to tonight. That girl looked young, perhaps early 20s. First time at class, nervous but absolutely beautiful. Milky-white skin, slightly reddish hair and this untouched innocence about her.

It started happening the first time we danced together. (Girls rotate since guys are always so few) Most girls would look away or give an awkward smile because of my steady gaze. But she didn't. She looked straight back and smiled. I smiled. Her eyes followed mine.

When that happens, salsa happens. I just led and with each new partner until she came back to me, I got better and more confident. I was leading.

The last time we danced, it was electric.

Perhaps I'll see her again at class. I was hoping I would ask her if she wanted to practice outside of class, I've been wanting a regular salsa partner.

Even if I never see her again, what a beautiful girl. And what memorable dancing.

Update: She wasn't there yesterday. I was disappointed. I don't regret though not talking to her or going any further because at the time, I was seeing the lady. I did the best I can at the time and I acted according to my conscience. Who knows, I may see her again.

Last night was great. I didn't dance with anyone during the partner sessions that I clicked with, but I worked up a sweat in the solo session. I even was able to follow along much more during the warmdown session.

My principle now is to hopefully dance with someone during partner session that I can dance and socialize with after the lesson is over. That didn't happen last night. But because I don't want to keep on walking out every week after the lesson, I decided to advertise for a regular salsa partner on Facebook and Gumtree. I've had one reply so far.

Should that not work, I'm just going to stay and work up the courage to talk to people and dance anyway.

Beautiful girl, I hope I get to dance with you again.