This evening after dining on a remarkable din din of Turkey Stromboli from Trader Joe's, Shannon and I lazily sat in the living room channel surfing and we came across ABC's Dancing With The Stars. I have never watched this show as I don't care to watch people dancing, but since this was the final episode, we decided to tune in for a little bit. Being an avid reader of Andy Denhart's "Reality Blurred" blog, I am always kept up to snuff on the latest reality shows and the hi jinx they bring, so I was well aware that Mario Lopez, aka AC Slater, was a former contestant on this show who ended up dating his dance partner.......before I would say that was quite the scandal, but after seeing a little bit of this show tonight, I think the exact opposite. Any style of dancing is overly sensual and has sexual overtones in every hip shake and mule kick, it oozes sex and quite honestly gives you a full-on view of what that person is like when the shades are drawn and the clothes come off, it is one of the simplest mating rituals known to man. Think about it, anytime you go out and see a guy dancing who seems to know what he is doing, the ladies hang on them like undie fuzz to my sack in the morning, they are never leaving alone when the night ends......the same goes for girls only not as obvious, guys swarm girls in any setting so it's not as noticeable. Watching Apollo Anton Ohno and Joey Fatone strut their stuff tonight with their amazingly trampy hot dance partners, I could not shake the idea that they must be humping each other like crazy. I do not know if either man is in a relationship, but they spend hours a day dancing, caressing, sweating and talking with each other, boners must arise every now and again.....I am a one woman guy and always will be, but I would be lying if I said that if some slutty hot girl with rhythm was rubbing her hindquarters in my crotch for a few hours each day, that I wouldn't be turned on. Mario Lopez was not the exception, he should have been the rule, when these guys get paired up with their dance partners, their first exercise should be baby-making practice followed by a turkey sandwich and chocolate milk, just get that part out of the way and the rest should fall into place naturally. Once you have had sex with someone, which I have, MULTIPLE times, you are more comfy around them, you don't worry about accidentally grazing their boobs while doing the tango, or putting your hand in the yo-yo zone when lifting them over your head, you have already been nakedly awkward with them naked, so a little touch here and a little tap there are no big deal.