There has been lot of talk about that mysterious “Red dragon” among ladies lately. It just got me thinking that guys too must be having their own “Red Dragon”. I’ll call her something else. “Princess” I think would be more appropriate. There happens to be a story behind it. There was this lady who came to Sydney from nowhere. Guys just admired the way she moved on a dance floor. No one knew her name at the time. We used to call her “princess.”
So I posed a question to myself “Who would I consider as my “princess?” There is this picture that comes to my mind of myself dancing with her. There are lots of people around us and the DJ is playing nice Bachata song. She seems to be oblivious of what’s happening around her. I can tell she is surrendering herself into my arms and closing her eyes as if to say “hold me into your arms and lets both be slaves of this music”. For the next four minutes the music takes over. We are two souls dancing as one. I wish time just stopped there.
Some of you may be thinking that I am dreaming. You may be right or maybe not. I feel myself lucky that I have had a chance to dance Bachata with lots of lovely ladies during past few months. Once in a while I get a dance that is danced the “right” way. “Right” way may be close & sensuous or turn patterns with lots of smiling. It’s up to music what it wants us to do in that moment. It’s a dance that touches your senses. Makes you feel that everything else is futile in this world. That’s when I think I get that feeling that I had a dance with my “princess”.
Sometimes I’m not sure that all this is a reality or just part of my dream world. Whenever I’ve had a nice dream I don’t remember much, just a few bits here and there. It’s that same feeling that I have while going to work next morning. When I think of lovely dance that I had last nite with that beautiful lady all I have is few hazy memories. “I do remember asking her for a dance, swaying to music but what happened after that?” Maybe it is a dream. Maybe not. I’ve heard people saying, “I am living my dream”. I guess now I know what they mean by that. I am right aren’t I?
Written by: Anonymous in response to the “Red Dragon” article
Hi dear bachata prince,
It’s really nice to see a guy letting himself into it as much as I do.
Sometimes I feel they are so worried about the steps and the leading they will remember everything they have done, but not the feeling or even the girl!
You got what’s best and so precious about dancing bachata: melting in the dance floor, feeling the surrender of the woman in your arms. The music, the rhythm, the sensations.
I broke my arm so it will take me a few weeks to be back dancing.
When I’m back I hope to meet you on the dance floor for a nice bachata, you can say : i’m the bachata prince 🙂
Have great dances meanwhile, and at least one for me ok?
xxx Tania
Hi Tania,
Sorry to hear about your arm. I know how hard it’s to stay away from dance floor. That strange feeling grips you in evening as if something is missing. Unable to go to sleep at night. And to make matter worse it doesn’t get better with time. Only solution is to head back to dance floor and I hope you recover soon and are dancing again.
By the way we’ve danced Bachata together. Not sure if I had managed to “melt” you. One thing I am sure of is that dance wouldn’t had felt like just doing steps. There is always something more than that.
You know there is a distinct possibility that “Prince” and “Dragon” happens to be same person. Imagine this happening. You tell him that you are the “Dragon” and he replies that I am “Prince” as well ;). I think you should try this.
Even if they are different persons there is one thing you can do. Give us some hints so that we are able to guess your dragon. This is good for ladies also because guys like me can watch him and learn from him.
Cheers
Hello Again Bachata Prince!
That would be so funny! I’m so curious now…
My arm is feeling much better and I may be risking some dancing soon as long as it is in a floor not too crowded. Also, I will have to do a bit of a funny dancing with one hand.
I am developing a new style, I hold my bad arm in my waist and pretend it’s a charming way to dance (LOL) anyone that comes near it makes me jump out of the way as if bitten by a spider. Or I just do the Koala move, the guy tries to lead me somewhere, I see the danger and I simply don’t do anything; I hang on to him, and protect the arm between us. Not very attractive… but safe! And funny…
Hope to find out who you are soon.
Beijo, Tania