Salsa, baby!

Today I found a little more motivation to go through with my plans. I went to a company holiday BBQ at a local park and had a surprisingly good time. Drank some good rum, ate some Jerk Chicken, and danced. No, no. Actually, I danced a lot! Get enough alcohol in me and I turn into a dancing machine.

But, the motivation came from some of the ladies I work with. They saw me having such a good time that they all wanted to dance with me. This didn't make my "girlfriend" - another coworker - very happy. Well, wait. Maybe it did. She hasn't been able to keep her hands off me since we got home. I guess women can get just a possessive as men when they realize others want to take their "prize" away. But I digress. The fact is it felt good receiving all that attention. But I thought to myself and wondered just how much more attention I will get when I slim down and tone up. I'd have to fight them off with a stick!

I know it's early, but I'm making it a goal to attend next year's holiday party in the best physical condition I can. I also want to start taking Salsa dancing lessons; latin women won't look at a man unless he can dance Salsa. Yes. Yes. I know. As my screen name suggests, I am latin. And I'm fully aware of the irony of being a latin man who can't Salsa. But hey, at least I'm willing to admit it!