Dancing / Girls

The next evening I celebrate my birthday with Isaid and Kasten, a canadian hippie working on farms. Dancing, after all these months! Was a bit fed up with the continuos flirting I face in any bar here (hahah how Anouk and I always nag that no-one pays us any attention when we go to Unitas. It is never ok...) and always reggea or salsa. But I am up to it again.
A Mexican guy wants to teach me how to dance and thinks I don´t understand his spanish when he give me recommendations... it is not the spanish, I don´t understand any other dancing than my own freestyle, slightly anarchistic way. But we have fun together (when I look after an hour I see Isaid and Kasten are not enjoying quite as much. oeps).
´When do I see you again? Tommorow, where..?¨ the guy asks. ¨Well, San Cristobal is small, sure we meet again by chance¨ I respond, knowing that with me living far from the centre and returning to the jungle in a week, the chance is not too big.

On our walk back we run into wonderful catalan Maria again, I feel warm inside when she huggs and kisses me rapidly but strongly before we step into the taxi... Why am I so shy whith girls I fancy? Why are guys so much easier? They at least know it when I like them, with girls I always remain in ´how nice that we are such good friends´. And with guys I am not so terribly afraid they´ll think I´m boring or dumb. Would like to have the guts to approach her, at least ask her to go for a coffee together. Mmm who knows... it is comfortable being cowardice (but a little frustrating sometimes).