What's My Name?

So, a few weeks ago, I was feeling a bit bold and asked someone I'd had my eye on if he'd like to go out sometime. He took my phone number, and as I was leaving, kissed me on the cheek goodbye and said, "I'll call you."

Right away I felt in my stomach that he wouldn't. Damnit. Of course I didn't get his number because I didn't have my phone on me.

The following week I didn't go out because I was sick, and the week after that he wasn't there. Now fast forward to a couple nights ago...

I didn't really feel like going out, but I did. My back was killing me and I wasn't feeling the music. Then, as I was dancing with a friend, I saw Mr. M walk by and felt a huge smile appear on my face. A new song, a kiss on the cheek hello, and I was dancing with him.

Mr. M said he wanted to call, and started giving me excuses that I didn't need to hear. This time before I left, I got his number.... so, we'll see what happens. Hmm... he asked me what his name is. Since I had just entered his name into my phone, I showed him. I didn't forget! But again, he asked - he wanted me to say his name.

Kinky salsero.... is this some sort of fetish?