After over four years of salsa dancing, I was just thanking my stars the other day, when I saw a fellow dancer pull his back on the dancefloor, that, although I have been stepped on and hit a million times, I have never suffered more than a bleeding toe-nail.
Looks like I jinxed myself with that thought. Yesterday, just when I was having a particularly good time on the dance floor, I got elbowed under my left eye, and then elbowed on my nose. The next thing I see is blood all over my hands, and I run to the bathroom.
Stayed in the bathroom a good 10-minutes waiting for my nose to stop bleeding. It had not yet hit me that I had just been badly hit.
Anyway, to be honest, I don’t care that I got hit. These things happen on the dance floor – no big deal. What bothered me the most was that, although I ran across the dance-floor mid song with blood all over my hands, nobody came to check on me! Even the guy I was dancing with didn’t care to follow me, or ask me if I was OK. And I have been dancing with these people for years! How horrible is that? what sort of people am I dancing with!? Perhaps nobody saw me, or realised what had happened, that’s what I am hoping anyway. That’s me – giving the benefit of the doubt. Pretty dumb huh.
One girl came in a bit later to see if I was OK; it felt horrible to be so alone in the corner of a club bathroom with blood everywhere, especially when you know over half the people at the club. That’s what put me into tears more than the blood.
When I came out, the dude (asshole) was still dancing. He could have atleast called me today to say sorry. Atleast!
How are you doing now? Are you good?
Yeah, other than a swollen nose I’m fine. Thanks for asking.
So there was blood on the dance floor huh…….sorry couldnt resist that……hope you’re not too shaken up by the lack of concern…….but then again Fair Weather friends……isnt that what Dubai is full off?? Makes you wonder huh……
No parece que haya demasiada solidaridad entre los salseros. Sólo confío en que alguno se pegase una hostia vengativa con la sangre vertida en el suelo. Es que uno es muy malo…
I googled “fair weather friends” and your blog and post popped up and punched me in the gut with the truth. I’m just over a year old in Dubai and I thought that I was over-reacting to all the selfishness around me. I guess not huh? What happened to you sounds terrible. I’m sorry it happened.