PSYCHOLOGY OF DANCING

Hello, my lovely cyber fans. Hello, my dearest readers. Yet again, I have to apologize for a long wait. I have to tell you that while not writing I collected so much material that I could probably write a book now. I also expanded my horizons by running away from my Mistress. It took me three days to come back and fall at her feet, purring for forgiveness. There is no cat food sweeter than the one offered to the outdoor traveler right upon the completion of his journey! There is no Mistress’ scratch beneath my chin more sensual and loving than the one I stole by the entrance door on my way back in. There is no sweeter whisper of the keyboard keys than those I am producing now by typing this blog entry. I am in such melancholic mood that in romanticism of my today’s entry you wouldn’t recognize the old Dr. Cat.

Of course, I was tempted to release an entry called “Dinner for Schmucks” discussing the portrayal of modern men in media. This topic is always on the market and we could wait, I am sure, till our next entry to suck every bone on Schmucks’ bodies. Today though, tender from my street adventures of the typically house-bound cat, I would like to expose you to a sensuality of dancing. There are two reasons that influenced the choice of the topic. The first one is my observation of the wild life on the street. It turns out, birds are dancing to attract their mate, so do cats, and even dogs produce some clumsy movement that they dare to call their “mating move”. Trust me, as a creature of grace I despise canine goofiness and total lack of finesse. I might have an entry on that too, but we’ll stick to a graceful topic of dancing for today, shall we?

The second reason that inspired the above topic is a brief story told to me by my Mistress about her dancing outing at a popular NJ club. There she met with a young co-worker, who at their shared work place exhibited no attempts of any kind of closeness. No, I am incorrect. He is a hot Brazilian kid in his late twenties, who exhibits hot behaviors a la Rio carnival with every female in the office. He massages every female’s neck and shoulders with no discrimination based on age, body shape, etc. He is the one to give everyone a hot hello kiss (on the cheek) and good bye kiss of the same level of hotness. My Mistress was a bit concerned with letting him proceed with kisses hello-and-goodbye in the office, as well as with shoulder massages, so they conversed flirtatiously, but kept a distance of two feet in between their bodies. One of the conversations among them took them to the dancing topic and our Fabio suggested that though he is familiar with basic Salsa moves he needs more practice on the dance floor. (For my readers abroad, who are not exposed to American dancing culture – “Salsa” is a dance that Europe is more familiar with under the name of “Mambo”). As most of us know, my Mistress is a big fan of Latin dancing, thus naturally she suggested meeting at one of the clubs for the kid to practice his skills and for her to sharpen hers.

Well, what do you know… Dancing at the club was ok. By “ok”, Mistress meant of course, that the kid at his best was like a dancing canine I mentioned earlier. (She doesn’t like to look at things in a negative light.) But that is not the point. The point is that mating dance is actually somehow a part of human’s existence as well. Their bodies got closer, I am sure. Their breaths mixed. They smelled and felt the hit of the movement. Her dress was tight on her body and one could lick her sweat off her shoulder. Salsa requires knowledge of some intricate footwork plus some natural predisposition to dancing. Marenge and Bachata, however, do not require either, thus the latter are easier to dance and to massage your partner in the process, if you know what I mean. So our Fabio used his charms…Or may be my Mistress provoked the seduction, but by the end of the evening they danced TOO close. When it was time to get home, she drove him to his car, and that’s when the most interesting part of the evening occurred. While she anticipated his usual Brazilian kiss goodbye on a cheek, produced for a million of females in the office daily, the kid suddenly frenched her in an extremely passionate manner. Not only has she not anticipated such bald move, but caught by surprise she was also a bit too late to push him away. So they kissed: she gave her luscious lips for our Brazilian to experiment with. And according to her, he was much better at kissing than he was at dancing….

My Mistress respects bald and unpredictable moves like that. In the universe where men lost heroism, bravery, spontaneity and any sense of adventure, where you can hear “I am afraid to be hurt” from the mouth of a 40-year old, Fabio’s French kiss was an exciting and arousing experience. And she rewarded him with a sensual kiss in response. “Fortune favors the brave!” she always says. Unfortunately, being inexperienced, young, and eager to score, he ended up asking my Mistress to take him home with her. After she said “Good night, dear!”, he applied a pleading line, saying: “Look into my eyes and say you want me to go”. Being who she is, she responded using every sweet note in her voice and looking straight into his hot Latino eyes: “Go home…” And the magic was gone…

We will discuss the ethics of courting in the future. Dr. Cat needs to teach you a few GRACEFUL moves, otherwise we’ll all end up like canines, sniffing each other’s butt in excitement. The point of our current discussion takes us to the dance floor and beyond, exploring the sensuality of movement.

On my free time that I have a lot on my paws , I carefully read my Mistress’ diary. I know, I know… Privacy issues, of course. As a good psychologist, though, I have to have access to such things to dissect every possible emotion of my dear Lady. First of all, who is going to comfort her by purring against her legs at her worst moments? Moi, my dears. So, I simply GOT to read. Secondly, some of her diary’s entries are so arousing, it could stir something even inside of my neutered balls. Wait till I quote a few lines and see if you feel hot. Can’t wait to share… (bad, bad kitty!)

“When I walked into your studio in the winter, I had barely any dancing skills. I was angular and head-to-toe white. By WHITE I mean, that I possessed no Latin hips and no ability what-so-ever to sway my own [hips]. I had a sense of rhythm, though I got to mention that, and knew a few basic steps. You took all those initial ingredients, you stirred them, you mixed them with your own professionalism, passion and determination, you added some magic spice of personal charm to it, and you gave me a new dancing life. Oh no, I haven’t turned into a gracious swan, but I gained confidence, smoothened my angular movements, and I let myself being pushed by you through absorbing new steps and combinations in every class. You know exactly the limit to my capabilities and yet you convince me and yourself, that they are limitless….”

Now, isn’t that arousing? As a cat, I can feel the tension between two people, but we have to read a bit more, don’t we?

“Every day I discover a new way you can touch me and I can touch you back in a dance. A new way to hold my hand in yours, to somehow attach your wrists to my waist, to make my hand slide down your back or to stay on your neck. You made me hold you tight from behind your back and showed me how the body needs to move to look sexier. I will probably never be moving like that, besides those moments when I am attached to your back, hugging you tightly. That’s why you are the MASTER Puppeteer. That’s why it gives me pleasure to listen to your hands. Don’t fight it, you say. Oh, no, I will not. I will give in, I promise. Just like during great love making, you have to have this initial resistance to adjust to the movements of your lover, please, let me resist for a few moments. So the submission is sweeter and more harmonious.”

I am not the cat, who likes clichés. My Mistress is not a big fan of clichés either. We will avoid comparing dance to love making. Why don’t we compare love making to a dance, for a change? A good love-making has rhythm, harmony between the bodies, expression of passion. All these traits are detectable in a well-coordinated dance. Sorry, I took you away from the juiciness of our diary…

“…You body is the fruit of your rigorous exercising. It has a mind of its own. It moves to the music, it is muscular, strong, and flexible at the same time. Your abs look better and better every week, I tell you. And that is true. You work hard on self-improvement, and in your profession that is a lot. It takes work and determination. But this is not the compliment that should make your day. Your teaching skills that engage people and give them joy, your patience mixed with sweat and blood, you giving us the dance – that what is arousing. That is the compliment that should make your day. Our outer shells will inevitably grow older, our gift of joy to people will not “

How sweet. How appreciative of her. I am sorry he will never see these lines. Or maybe I should e-mail him the link to my blog? Dr. Cat is the Master of major Disasters! In any case, from my own perspective, student should learn from the teacher, while the teacher should learn from his students. Opening up to your students’ lives, their passions, their struggles, their sources of joy, could make you a greater teacher…

“We laugh too. Sometimes at what you say during the class, sometimes at my clumsiness, sometimes at dual meaning of our jokes. Te quiero mucho, you say when we go our separate ways. Te quiero mucho, I write back here in my diary. You want more skills from me, more practice, more dancing exposure, more, more, more… But like a great lover would, you should remember, that it is not only you who pushes in, but it is also I, who need to be let in and taken in…”

Let’s put our wet tissues aside. My Mistress gets sentimental at times. As a cat, I need to see the bottom line here. Thus far – it sounds like poetry that I am skeptical about. So, here is the homework for today:

Dissect for me the dynamics behind my Mistress Diary entries.

There is no voting, since the topic is a bit more open than usual and a bit less judgmental. Take it away, dear friends and psychologists. Leave your analysis in the Comment Section below. Purr-purr, until next time.