an improvised blog a bit tipsy on salsa, red wine, and sleeplessness

She tried to play it cool, but is against her nature, a chart filled
with fire, to play anything cool.

She wears her heart on her sleeve and expects the same from others.

She can't play it cool, salsa dancing in the club that is too hot.
"They keep it warm so we buy more drinks," explains the woman with
the shoulders that wiggle like jello and the hair that with curls
like a slinky, the kind of curls Serena longs for.

She tried to play it cool, not waiting for the email she new would
never come, for the message to confirm that the kiss, not the usual
latin obligatory kiss on the cheek, but a real kiss, a hint of that
kiss that in 12 days will be a year old, that kiss that meant hope,
meant maybe her instincts were not so off, maybe she was not the only
one who had fallen in love.

Her new shoes pinched her toes, but over all, she felt sexy, poised.
The first dance was awkward, nervous, but soon, she loosened up and
her body remembered the rhythms, the slides, the rolls, the wiggles
and soon she stopped thinking, the most genuine smile caressed her
lips than had been there for weeks. She could feel the sweat
pooling between her breasts and worried, momentarily about a sweat
spot on her shirt. Then she saw the smile on her partners lips
mirroring hers, saw the woman out of the corner of her eye fanning
herself in the heat, and knew it didn't matter. She surrendered to
the dance, the music, the joy of salsa.

She tried to play it cool, but it is against her nature. Unlike the
tango, hidden behind the facade of control, coolness, she preferred
salsa, raw and organic, pulsating with energy and life. After all
she said, after the suggestion, which may not have been taken
seriously in its outrageousness, after the breakfast, and after the
kiss, there are no more excuses to be made for the mail that never
comes, for the call that is never made.

She tries to play it cool, but as she drives home, the cool salt of
the sweat mixes with the hot sweat of tears.