Hugging Miss Piggy

How to write about this without saying too much? So i went back to the dance place I went to last week. I arrived on time so I decided to walk around the neighborhood. It is a typical Shanghainese neighborhood where vendors bring everything imaginable to the street so you can do your groceries. I felt self conscious at sticking out as a foreigner. But then I'm just a human being in a different culture. I almost walked back to the metro station to go home. Anyhow I went inside the place and started looking at the dancers. One energetic seventy year old man twirled an energetic forty year old girl who jumped doubly fast around him. Very cute. I found my partner of last week, a girl six years younger than I and one and a half times wider. When she hugged me while dancing it was like hugging Miss Piggy. Sometimes her belly would just bounce off me. I think she was asking me where I wanted to go afterwards. I'm not sure since it was mentioned too quickly. She complained when I danced a ballad with another girl I met last week. This one had just sang along with the band. It's a place you can do that if you want. Anyhow I learned the jitterbug and rumba steps of my dance partner. The ironic thing is that when I tried to dance a waltz with either one I misstepped a lot. This should be the easiest dance for me- the first one I ever learned. But here they do three steps, switch the direction of the pelvis and go another three, and switch again. It's almost like a tango, not a waltz. So at the end I said goodbye and headed home. Maybe my cousin Heriberto may have been right when he said that I liked white rice too much. He knew I dated a Chinese three years when I lived in Miami. Haha. On the way home in the metro I met some Mexican girls and gave them my card so I could introduce them to my Mexican colleague. He can take them to dance salsa, but not to my place.