The sex(y) and the zouk

(don't read if you're a radical catholic who thinks sex is a sin. Visit here and have fun.)

I was in my dance class trying not to make a fool of myself daning the zouk. Zouk is a dance that, if you're not dancing, you'd define it as a mix of the old lambada with some sort of courtship dance. If you look closer, I mean, if you really pay attention and have a little bit of a twisted mind you'd say that it's more of a copulation dance than a courtship dance. Although both mean basically the same, let's face it: copulation sounds way dirtier than courtship. Well, I belong, of course, with the second group. So, if I truly think it looks like some kind of pre-copulation ritual and I don't see this as something, let's say, positive, why the hell am I dancing to this rythm? Simple answer: I love dancing. Any kind of dance. If you tell me that I'll have to learn an old african ritual dance, I'll be into it. Besides, zouk looks strange when you're just watching it but it feels awesome when you're dancing it. My only problem with the zouk is that you must dance CLOSE. Like feel-your-dance-partner's-chest-and-thighs close, but that is acceptable. The problem is that some guys dance a feel-your-partner's-liver close, which is a little bit disturbing for me. I really think that when you dance with someone and REALLY connect, it can be a great foreplay - if you let it happen, of course. I'm the kind of girl who likes to choose carefully the guy I want some foreplay with, you know... So when I have to dance zouk and the guy grabs my back and brings me close to his, I don't know, lungs, I feel a little bit awkward - mainly because most guys in my dance classes are, let's say, not very attractive (in MY humble opinion).

So, back to the beginning after this long prologue: I was trying not make a fool of myself dancing the zouk during my class. I was dancing with a guy who's there to support the teachers. He's a GREAT dancer, a great teacher, the one responsible for me not giving up on this crazy and DIFFICULT dance. He taught me the correct way to spin and if you learn that, you're able to learn any step. The point is that, as I've mentioned before, zouk is sexy. That's why it seems more like a copulation dance. The couple must interact in a way that looks like a body seduction game - which means that BOTH move their hips side-to-side-non-stop-oh-yeah and look to each other and, well, seduce each other. Lots of cambrès, lots of hair thrown up and down, side to side, in the end your hair is so messy that not even a fork can tidy it up.

Usually I don't do any of these sexy interaction things. I move my hips (I'm brazilian, I'm supposed to know how to move my hips, right? It's genetic), I throw my hair all around (that part is NICE) and I can try all the cambrès. But don't ask me to be sexy or to act sexy or to make a sexy look. I'm unable to do that if I'm not dancing with a guy who I want to... well... dance a mix of "Sexyback" and "Summer Love" (1:53 to 1:56, wow) with in bed. Ha. Then I was dancing yesterday with this very good and sweet and not attractive dance partner (I feel horrible for saying that, but truth always hurt) and everything was going perfectly. I was feeling like the zouk queen, although I guess this is a title that doesn't exist. I was the dancing queen, young (YES) and sweet (irony), only twenty nine when my dance partner, who had taught me lots of new steps in yesterday's class, tells me:

He: Perfect, Camila, really nice! Now you have to work on your sexy skills. Let's try, you have to move your hips side to side, only that, and follow me looking at me, chasing me.
Me: *BURST INTO LAUGHS* Me? NOW? Sexy? No way! *burst into laughs, again*

I know, shame on me. What am I, twelve? What kind of dance learner am I? I'll tell you: a lame one. LAME. So I moved my hips and followed him around and looked at him, but I wasn't sexy at all. At a certain point I had to go around him then put one my hands on his head and slide it 'til his neck. HOT. Hot? Not really, I felt clumsy.

:-(

That's where "My way" begins. Because in my imaginary world, it would've happened like this:

My dance partner would be someone like Justin Timberlake. Because he's so damn sexy. Like, really, really, really sexy³. Guess I was clear enough about his sexyness. So, I'd be dancing with Justin, the Zouk God. And he would NEVER had to TELL me to be sexy, because, in fact, I'd be a natural. It'd be a piece of cake. I'd be some sort of Sexy Zouk Goddess, that would perfectly match with Justin, the Zouk God. He'd be my soul zouk mate. He'd be my Patrick Shwayze in "Dirty Dancing" - ohhh I've had the time of life, no I've never felt this way before. And we'd dance perfectly seductive and sexy, with all the hip moves and sexy looks and hair all around and hands sliding around his neck. We would redefine what is CLOSE and what is dancing CLOSE. People would envy us because never in zouk history a couple had danced so perfect together *sighs*. I wouldn't dance with anyone else and all dance classes would end up in... Well. Would end up incredibly well.

That's it.

My way is naughty, I know. But still: is so much better than my real life.