When Ricky Martin shook his hips and screamed “living the vida loca” back in the summer of ’99, millions of women declared him the sex God they’d always dreamed of. Clearly the moves Ricky made from his pelvic region, along with the highly styled hair and tight black polo meant he was a master of the bedroom. Right?
Over 10 years and one declaration of less-than-straight sexuality later, it seems that millions of mourning women were wrong. Ricky’s dance floor dreaminess was never an indication of his bedroom bonanza. Ricky Martin, was indeed, homosexual.
With millions of mothers’ fantasies destroyed the world over, could we, the younger generation, ever again believe that someone’s sack-status could really be determined by their dance moves?
Fortunately times have changed, and with the introduction of such technology of the gay-dar, girls can now differentiate between a good dancer, and someone of a different sexual orientation.
So trust those dance moves, and believe that each grind is telling of what is to come later in the evening.
Just a word of advice from the ladies of yesteryear- trust those dance moves, but trust your gay-dar even more.
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