Whenever Salsa Guru bestows a dance upon my "off-beat" self he often tells me that my main problem is that I lack Patience. With all his talent and experience, Salsa Guru is very comfortable standing in judgement of other dancers. In exchange for his mentorship and everything he has taught me, I tolerate his personality, and so our relationship survives. Still, as much as I hate to admit that a 25-year-old has mastered some aspect of the maturity, I have to say that he's right. I'm not patient with salsa and I'm not patient with life. For all his youth, the guy dances with the patience of Yoda pulling the space ship out of the swamp. What I have come to learn is that annoying people usually speak the truth (that's why they're annoying).

Relentless Salsero ("Relentless" for short) left a message on my voice mail last week identifying himself as "Your Future Husband." Ten years ago, I would have gotten chills (just being honest here). Today, I don't put anything past Latino men (just being honest here, again). Still, I admire his persistence and I think I could stand to have some more of that - albeit, directed to more worthy pursuits than getting someone into bed 9he says he wants to marry me, but I'm old enough to identify *#%@ when I hear it...).

Just for today, I can appreciate the qualities of the Salseros in my life.