Dancing

Me and Posh were both raised Seventh-day Adventist, and one of its many doctrines is the admonishment of dancing. Well maybe that's a little harsh. But dancing is definitely restrained. None of the ho dancing for our young ladies. And if they must can they save it for their eventual husbands. But we were also raised in West Indian families and all four of our parents appreciate rhythm. Music was definitely a huge initial bonding measure for Posh and me.

So today as I dance to The Black Eyed Peas & James Brown on They Don't Want Music I am loving how much I love to dance. And Posh loves it too. We were killing Club Liv on that night in DC in March and I tell you it was an eye opener in how I felt about her. If it was this easy to dance with her, then why wouldn't I want to make her a part of my life. And it's not just the literal dancing but the way our minds dance as well. From salsa to waltz to dutty whine, we blend in a concert that is very hard to explain but enjoyable nonetheless.

Man let's do this.