I've been very remiss..I've been so busy lately. Not only do I have to work full time (can you imagine?!), but I've rediscovered salsa dancing. It's a very slutty (i.e., sexy) style of dancing. You dance with someone like they're the love of your life, and then the song ends and it's on to the next partner. If I'm going to embrace celibacy with the faith that it will lead to a solid relationship, I need somewhere to express my Inner-Slut (cuz we all have her/him).

According to my dance teacher (I'm trying to build up my library of moves), salsa dancing is the last place in American society where men have control (sorry). But, hey, so long as I don't have to hide my face behind a black scarf and can enjoy endless prospects for financial abundance in the work force, I'm all for giving up control on the dance floor. Not only that, but the more responsibility I take on at work, the more I WANT someone else to tell me what to do (although, I have to say, more than a few guys have reminded me to let them lead...old habits die hard).

Just for today, I can dance salsa.