I see you

July 25, 2009

Yeah. You can’t let go can you?

Doesn’t that piano-playing angel of your dreams have a blog you could visit?

You know what’s annoying me? I know that some day, I’m gonna look back at this and because I am who I am, I know I will forgive you.

But you are HARDLY deserving of it. And you’d definitely have to do, oh-so much, to even earn a lil bit of it. For in my eyes, you hold no high regard. Not anymore.

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On another note, gods I’m exhausted! Who’d have thought salsa dancing could have exhausted one so much?!

One thing I love about my life, tho I do get depressed a lot, that despite the things that happen and the people I get disappointed with, a silver lining always comes about. Was talking to Ryan last night about how sucky things have been. And the dolt suggested salsa dancing to get the euphoria going. Even told him about the depression. It’s nice to see someone who may not care or know me as much but still offer to help and be there.

When a door closes, a window opens elsewhere.

I certainly do agree.

He picked me up from uni once I was done with work and we headed to La Cuba in KL. I had no idea how to get there, plus I was broke flat. But Ryan covered that. A rich friend is most certainly, an upside. After a few glasses of wine -bliss- it was time to dance the weepies away.

Salsa-dancing classes in IMU certainly paid off. And La Cuba is this pub that has a salsa dancing floor where folks meet up to practise. I had no idea the place existed. Passed it a couple of times but just shrugged it off as just your average pub.

The samba and Latin music there is AWESOME! It was fitting that I picked a red dress and heels that weren’t too high. And the added salsa knowledge was a perk - the other couples there were prodancers! Ryan himself wasn’t too shabby. The added height enabled a few fancy twirls, something Gajan was incapable of back in sem 1. Ryan looked pretty awesome himself, in a black dress shirt and slacks to match.

Anyway.

The pub played Bossanova music as well. Bossanova has a rather slow beat to it but is essentially Latin music as well. The romantically-involved couples got up to dance but I’ve never slow-danced in my life before so I said no. However Ryan wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Ryan : You’ve NEVER slow-danced before?

Me : Yeah, I was never with the right one before.

Ryan : You don’t need to be with the right one. And didn’t you tell me you’d like to try something different before you settle down eventually?

Me : Yeah. . .

Ryan : Come on, one slow dance. I won’t take advantage of ya.

I just had to laugh.

So we did it and I must admit, it did feel rather nice. The music was heavenly and the vibe was just, well, it seemed to take everything away. And Ryan was comforting. He also smelt rather nice.

We ended up talking some more. And some more. I didn’t realise there were so many things I didn’t know about him. Or rather, his family.

It felt nice to be able to lay your head on someone’s chest and just move with the music. I think when things get rough, I shall get my partner up and just slow-dance to some Bossanova.

We rounded up the whole experience with some tapas from La Bodega, right outside Cuba. Had another glass of wine and then we headed back to uni.

Upon dropping me off, he stopped his car and got out to walk me to mine.

Ryan : I had a great time tonight.

Me : ; ) Me too. Thanks, for this. I really needed it.

Ryan : I can tell. it’s about time someone treated you right.

Me :  It’s just been bad luck all the way.

Ryan : Well don’t worry. Things will perk up. You had fun tonight, no?

Me : I sure did. Thanks again, Ryan.

Ryan : Twas my pleasure, Ash.

And with that, this suave gentleman swooped down quickly and gave me a peck on my cheek!

Chivalry, is dead these days and Ryan is definitely, being opportunistic.

But to hell with it.

I could do with some pampering.