A few months I ago I became friends with Super Precise Salsero who, after the initial honeymoon phase of dancing together, decided that he needed to help me with my direly needed salsa edu-ma-cation (he and Salsa Guru both). It was all good at first because I try to be open to critique, but after a certain point it became a dysfunctional relationship. Nothing I did could please him. I couldn't "get it" (stay on the beat to his satisfaction) and he couldn't accept the white girl in me who still listens to the Immaculate Collection (not that I'm ashamed of my love for Madonna). After one particularly hellacious dance, we decided to have an amicable salsa divorce (in the middle of the song...so embarrassing). However, with time and space we both realized that maybe we should give this dance relationship another shot. He's a good guy and a great dancer, definitely not a Fellini Character [my friend calls odd weird salsa guys F.O.F.'s (Fellini On the Floor)]. Now we're like a divorced couple staying together for the kids (salsa), he keeps his mouth shut and I count like a mofo. If I screw up, he smiles politely and says nothing, because forgetting to close the refrigerator is not such a big deal (have I wrung this metaphor dry?)...

Just for today, I can dance with Super Precise Salsero.