I am good at a lot of things, most things actually, but the language of dance has never been in my vocabulary.
I was tricked into attending my first salsa class at MLD – my girlfriend told me we were going out for meatballs.
Once I was trapped inside the studio, I managed to fumble my way through the warm up exercises with all of the ligaments in my hip still intact. And then something clicked (metaphorically). I can only describe the experience as a transformative self-awakening of the artistic sort. That was six months ago, and I’m here today with a message.
To all of the 6’3’’ bearded construction workers out there who want to buy unisex dance shoes – the "M" in MLD stands for MEN. You are not alone.