Ex-Chippendale Dancer And Bald, Salsa-DancingBusiness Owner Add Spice To Manic Monday
by Cousin Kim
Sidling up to the bar, she handed the note to the sailor explaining that Brandi was really shy but she wanted him to have her number. He accepted the number gratefully, admitting that it was easier to call her directly rather than trying to go through the web site.
With Brandi all taken care of, now I was on the lookout for myself. I spotted a handsome man with a bald head wearing a Kangol cap and gold square framed glasses. I'd spotted him earlier, but when I looked at him he looked away. I leaned over to Brandi. "I saw him earlier and I smiled at him, but he looked away. I think he's probably shy." As I was looking to my left, whispering to Brandi, unbeknownst to me he was approaching on my right. Brandi replied, "He doesn't look shy to me." When I turned he was already crouching down next to me just a few inches away.
by Cousin Kim
"I have never seen three beautiful women at one table before". He told us that he was eighty years old and had been coming to Hal's Bar and Grill in Venice (yes the oceanside community known as Muscle Beach) for a long time. As he walked away, we clinked glasses and toasted the beautiful ones---us.
It was Monday night in LA and I'm usually a weekend girl, but Bobby Matos was playing at Hal's that night. The sounds of Latin rhythms infused with African beats truly brought out the motherland in all of us as we danced in our booth over chicken dishes and hot apple cobbler a la mode.
I could smell the testosterone in the air and it got good to me. A gentleman with a ruddy complexion approached the table. He wore shorts and sandals and was obviously a sailor. "I know you. I saw you on match.com", he said to my friend Brandi. She happened to be wearing the same necklace as she wore in one of the photos in her ad.
He went on to describe her other photos and where he'd seen her out on the town before. He said he liked to dance until he sweated and used to be a Chippendale's dancer. He sounded like a perfect match for my friend Brandi, who loves to dance and has an extremely youthful apprearance although she qualifies for the senior discount. After a few minutes of great conversation, however, he did not ask for her number and Brandi wasn't willing to give him her number unsolicited.
Our friend Cat, who was visiting from Florida, took the initiative. With help from the green post it notes I carried in my purse and a pen, she scribbled Brandi's number with her name and a happy face.
It was Monday night in LA and I'm usually a weekend girl, but Bobby Matos was playing at Hal's that night. The sounds of Latin rhythms infused with African beats truly brought out the motherland in all of us as we danced in our booth over chicken dishes and hot apple cobbler a la mode.
I could smell the testosterone in the air and it got good to me. A gentleman with a ruddy complexion approached the table. He wore shorts and sandals and was obviously a sailor. "I know you. I saw you on match.com", he said to my friend Brandi. She happened to be wearing the same necklace as she wore in one of the photos in her ad.He went on to describe her other photos and where he'd seen her out on the town before. He said he liked to dance until he sweated and used to be a Chippendale's dancer. He sounded like a perfect match for my friend Brandi, who loves to dance and has an extremely youthful apprearance although she qualifies for the senior discount. After a few minutes of great conversation, however, he did not ask for her number and Brandi wasn't willing to give him her number unsolicited.
Our friend Cat, who was visiting from Florida, took the initiative. With help from the green post it notes I carried in my purse and a pen, she scribbled Brandi's number with her name and a happy face.
Sidling up to the bar, she handed the note to the sailor explaining that Brandi was really shy but she wanted him to have her number. He accepted the number gratefully, admitting that it was easier to call her directly rather than trying to go through the web site.With Brandi all taken care of, now I was on the lookout for myself. I spotted a handsome man with a bald head wearing a Kangol cap and gold square framed glasses. I'd spotted him earlier, but when I looked at him he looked away. I leaned over to Brandi. "I saw him earlier and I smiled at him, but he looked away. I think he's probably shy." As I was looking to my left, whispering to Brandi, unbeknownst to me he was approaching on my right. Brandi replied, "He doesn't look shy to me." When I turned he was already crouching down next to me just a few inches away.
He complimented me on my sexy dancing earlier and the way my hair moved when I danced. He liked the long, chocolate brown halter top I wore. It had a low neckline and tied across my lower back leaving the rest of my back exposed. He was a professional, a business owner.
We danced together on the small dance floor right in front of the band. The saxophone blared as we danced basic salsa moves. I grabbed both his hands as we rocked side to side and then I taught him how to spin me. Meanwhile, his cousin sat at the booth, where they'd had dinner, yawning.
Once he returned to his table, my cell number programmed into his phone, my girls and I hit the dance floor again. We danced with abandon, like only girls can, me adding Cuban kicks to my salsa steps and Cat moving her arms gracefully as only a true dancer can. By twelve thirty, people filtered out and we were one of the few parties left. We danced until the band played its final song, took pictures, said a farewell to Cat and departed. "So this is what people do on Monday nights", I thought as I walked to my car.
Vacation Kim has got to come out more often.
Vacation Kim has got to come out more often.