Oh hell no. I'm not a salsa dancer at all. I have rhythm, for a white guy, but I'm not a salsa dancer.
Wifey? She's molten lava. She's famous (locally), and deserved. It doesn't matter where we are, she's the monster of the floor. Real Pros, famous people have approached me to ask permission to dance with her (that's salsa protocol) and who am I to say no? My work takes us to different places and she loves it because it's an opportunity to dance with different dancers (if our time and energy gives us the chance). She's... I'm looking at her right now as she's napping on our couch with both our boys draped over her...
She's amazing.
I'm just a guy who spins tales.