I love to salsa dance. I learned how to salsa in Cairo, Egypt of all places. My sister was living there and I spent one summer with her. She left me alone for two weeks, so during my explorations I found salsa lessons at the Nile Hilton.
Years later I found myself salsa dancing at a restaurant/jazz club in Indy. I met an interesting gentleman from Nicaragua. He was a good dancer, and we had pretty good conversation, so I gave him my phone number.
The next day I received a text message from him:
"Salutations, my Queen of the Nile. Signed, your knight errant - xxxx."
I wrote back that it was nice to meet him last night. He responded:
"I would like to have a cultural exchange with you. Preferably, over wine and handcuffs. Wait, that is sub-culture. I get mixed up with genres. Like to see U soon."
My response - no response.
