Look, we men are getting the short end of the stick on sexy bachata and it's pissing me off. I don't dance much bachata, but when I do I just dance it normally. It's a little steamy but nothing overboard. A lot of foot work, open position spins, and every now and then I'll pull her close and manhandle her a bit mostly to keep my street cred. My audience demands it, so I give it to them.... I don't get any type of sexual satisfaction from this.
Then there are the girls that want to get up on my schtick... these girls are very shrewd and know how to get me all worked up... Since it's late and I've had a few drinks, I stupidly do my part and give her what she wants. The song inevitably ends with her panting and she's like, "thanks, see ya!" and walks off totally satisfied; she got to dance with a hot guy and got her 'fix' for the night. Seriously, she probably sleeps like a baby when she gets home.
Back to me... I come home suffering from the worse case of blue balls! I can barely walk as I get home and I'm slamming doors and turning over tables in frustration. And I'm a zen master too. The stillness and peacefulness of my inner sanctuary totally effing ruined! F#*)$!!
Listen, ladies, I don't need your stuff up on me and I certainly don't need to get all worked up. If you want to have sex with me, fine. Let's sexy bachata and come home with me. Otherwise, wth?
It's not fair! You get your satisfaction at our expense. Occupy bachata! This has to stop!!
Then there are the girls that want to get up on my schtick... these girls are very shrewd and know how to get me all worked up... Since it's late and I've had a few drinks, I stupidly do my part and give her what she wants. The song inevitably ends with her panting and she's like, "thanks, see ya!" and walks off totally satisfied; she got to dance with a hot guy and got her 'fix' for the night. Seriously, she probably sleeps like a baby when she gets home.
Back to me... I come home suffering from the worse case of blue balls! I can barely walk as I get home and I'm slamming doors and turning over tables in frustration. And I'm a zen master too. The stillness and peacefulness of my inner sanctuary totally effing ruined! F#*)$!!
Listen, ladies, I don't need your stuff up on me and I certainly don't need to get all worked up. If you want to have sex with me, fine. Let's sexy bachata and come home with me. Otherwise, wth?
It's not fair! You get your satisfaction at our expense. Occupy bachata! This has to stop!!