God has a sense of humor, I tell you! These youngsters found out that there is no such thing as a PURE race . . . we are all mongrels!
Which brings me to discuss the Dating Pool on the West Coast . . . hehehe! Kind of like Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans!!
Let me preface this by saying that I discovered that I'm not really looking for a man, just a dancing partner. In fact, the perfect man would even love to take lessons! (Try and find one of those!!) In the meantime, I intend to have a lot of fun!
My descriptions will be of the brave souls who risked their toes and their balance by asking me to dance! First there came The Turk. Quiet & kind which leaves one to fill in the blanks as to character . . . he wanted a different kind of dancing. Too bad.
Then a couple of brief numbers with Latino Man, who clearly loved to dance. Also Sailing Dude . . . he was English, posh, rich & loved to sail competitively. However he danced to the beat of his own drum if you get my drift.
More recently, it was Yada Yada Argentina. He needs a hip replacement! That will put his dancing skills out of commission for a time, but not his yada yada. He also said he'd love to teach me to Tango . . . never going to happen!
I have learned that Irishmen can talk for hours about nothing and thought perhaps I should hold out for one of those. So I had to giggle when I met Mr Dublin at the Rec center and in the space of 5 minutes learned all about him, his Baja training, his injuries and more! This guy would suit . . . . except he is WAY too young. Ah well, my Grampies will have to dance with me in the meantime . . . .
