about ass and man

The last couple of days, I made a bit closer contact with the mexican dancing culture... Nice. very nice.
BUT: I have to admit, I find it a little irritating, when a guy shakes his ass and shoulders better than I (a girl!) do. I am not used to this. I am also not used to having to give up the leading role when dancing with a male counterpart. At home (both Germany and Norway), even when you're lucky enough finding a guy in a discotheque who has at least heard about this thing called "dance" before, knows roughly what it means and is actually willing to try it with you (3 conditions having to be fulfilled, you can imagine THIS IS NOT AN ESY TASK, and it doesn't even include the fourth condition that he will actually have a feeling of rhythm (!), which in most cases German and Skandinavian guys just don't - I'm sorry...) - you (the girl) will decide where this dance is going (yes, the missing fourth condition...). SHE is in control. Even if the rare case of the guy fulfilling the fourth condition should occur.
Here... you can just forget about that. You're being pushed and pulled in so many different directions that you really don't know anymore where actually to put your feet. And if that's not already embarrassing enough, he moves his hips with such elegance... I mean, I never considered myself THE born dancer, depressingly enough that I had to realize: I suck. Big time. Every damn average Mexican guy moves with more rhythm, and more flexible hip, ass and shoulder shakings than I do. I'm completely stiff. Oh my God. Never felt so German in my life...
I don't want to begin telling you about the Mexican girls' feeling for music. Then I can just throw myself out of the window.
I want to go back to the place where girls rule!!! At least the dancing domain...;-)