Dearest gentle readers (a nod to my fellow Bridgerton fans),
Happy Saturday! We made it to the weekend! It’s a moderately chilly but sunny day here in the Bay Area, California, and I’m chillin’ by the Bay Club pool deck beginning today’s post. I want to reflect on last night’s salsa dance adventures at Space 550 in San Francisco. I go out salsa dancing every Friday night, because that’s my joy and freedom. My one day in the week to act my age and just be a carefree 27 year-old. I eat dinner, do my hair and makeup, put on a sexy outfit, then dance the night away with fellow salseros, punctuating dances with casual banter and the occasional drink.
Last night, I danced with a couple fun leads. One of them wants to be my private dance student after I showed him some bachata moves. He said he learned more from dancing with me than during an hour-long group class. He bought me a couple drinks as “payment”, and against my better judgment, I imbibed on tequila shots chased down with diet coke. Sobriety is still my goal, but I think moderation is more realistic for me, at the moment. I will reserve Friday nights as my one night of the week to drink– all other days, I’ll be sober as a nun.
Another dude, who I’ll call Space 550 player, danced with me for a good 30-40 minutes. We met last week for the first time, and though he is a pretty beginner dancer, his charm and attractiveness more than make up for his lack of dance experience. We talked, danced, drank water, exchanged numbers, and though he hasn’t texted me back today, I’m still happy I met him. It’s fun, being 27 years old and on the prowl for a partner. The rollercoaster of dating is tumultuous and volatile, at times, but the ups and downs are what make the experience so thrilling. For now, I don’t intend to date him, seeing as he has his hands full with a line of women basically throwing themselves at his feet. I don’t want to be rendered an option. I tell myself I am too special to be a statistic… so he will remain my friend and Friday night dance buddy, and that is that. Still, I smile at the fond memory of last night. Dancing with a smiley and handsome guy. What’s not to love?
I taught a mat pilates class this morning at the country club, then headed over to Bay Club where I hit a hot tub / cold plunge session. Ran into an old friend in the cold plunge, and because he insisted on having a long conversation with me, I stayed in the cold plunge longer than my designated 3 minutes. But the effects of temperature play are readily apparent in my mood. After showering and changing back into my warm clothes, I feel refreshed and ready to tackle the rest of today! Lunch at 12:30pm with my bestie, Allan. Dance practice and dance lesson from 1:30pm to 3:45pm. Teaching an adult stretching class 3:45pm-4:30pm. Break, probably used to prep for April Intersession at the high school. Then teaching yoga dance at 6pm, my final class of the day. Yes, I work weekends. But I love what I do, and my job is inherently joyful. Just gotta stay physically and mentally healthy so I can continue to perform at a high level in my work.
Sending much light and positive vibes to you all. Ask yourself– what are three things I am grateful for today? Here are mine:
- Allan, my best friend
- Friday night salsa dancing
- Bay Club amenities and comfort at large
I’ll talk to you guys in the next post!
XOXO,
Bel
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