I’m a single mid-twenties girl who loves dancing... ballroom/latin, salsa, swing, argentine tango. Salsa is probably most hyped since it attracts a huge proportion of social dancers, but I can dare say that even argentine tango, or latin can be more sensual. Most women who ‘cheat’ on their husbands/bfs for their dance partners do so because: 1) Girls love a guy who can lead them well, 2) There’s some loneliness they wish to fulfil, or something that lacks in their current relationship, or maybe it’s just more ‘exciting’ to do something different.
It’s easy to point out that a guy should just trust his gf, but we’re all human, I don’t think I could be 0% jealous at all times. We all want to have our own individuality in our relationships, our own space and pursue our hobbies. But at the end of the day, for a relationship to work, the main thing is to compromise. If we’re always so stubborn, then maybe it’s better to be single.
It could be traditional thinking from my (oriental) parents -- my mum saying the girl should give up dancing if the guy doesn’t like it; my dad saying that I should never learn to dance too well, otherwise the guys who like me and can’t dance will get scared. Well, “the guy should put in more effort” was what one guy told me (although he didn’t chase me in the end)... but I guess laziness always takes priority at the end of the day.
I’m not sure what will happen when I finally find a suitable guy to be in a relationship with again (since I took up dancing after my ex-), and it’s easy to say ‘compromise’... I guess every relationship is different so you just have to work it out with your partner and hope it works! =)
Additionally, I have met so many guys through dancing, some who have been interested in me, some whom I’ve flirted with, but at the end of the day, choosing a long-term partner is a careful choice. So guys, if you have the confidence that your gf/wife has made that careful choice to choose you, then be more self-assured and confident that the relationship will work out. Life is too short to keep fearing when we’ll next break up, when we’re gonna die. If it’s meant to be, let it be.