Dancing Style: He's got every move down and PERFECTLY. He defines 'In Sync' . Even if you hate him, he's a sexual icon when he dances. IT'S ALL IN THE HIPS.
Bedroom Style: I've seen the man's hands. There's some damned fine breeding at work and he's GIFTED as in GHETTO DAWG gifted. Are you stupid? LARGELY. He's romantic. That means foreplay. The problem? I'm betting he's rolling PHAT and doesn't know how to use it. When he's done, you're getting no more out of him for at least six hours. Have no fear, he'll wake you up to try again. Don't be mad when he calls you Britney. It's a phase. Ditto if he calls you Mom. Those damned umbilical cords are just so hard to cut these days. They don't make scissors like they used to. One last thing, don't be too upset when he tells everyone about the hunny he scored with last night but won't mention you by name. It takes time to make a man of his stature realize that you are in fact "good enough" to keep company with him.
What keeps ya coming back?: The hope that you've got a teacher's blood, and that he can pick up a little know how as fast as he can choreography. If you stick around that long, props to you. I'd have smacked him out of his afro long before then.
