Miss Grey For A Day...or One Night With The Swayze.

This is an homage to one of the best insinuated sex scenes in movie history. The type of scene that gives you tons of mental foreplay but only pays off with a silhouette shot of the lovers kissing before the -fade out- sets in. Can we get at least one hump, people?
We’ve been dancing for weeks, Johnny Castle, when are we going to screw already? At least that’s what would be going through my mind after rowing a boat across the lake between our cabins after Jerry Orbach bitches me out for slumming with the help. The dance instructor help, that is.

Whenever I watch Dirty Dancing I demand complete silence in the TV room when Baby and Johnny dance themselves into a sexual frenzy in his hot, wood cabin. The song 'Cry To Me' swells while Jennifer Grey takes a stroll around Swayze, her hand makes a slow tour of his taut dancer's ass hidden under the ever so snug trousers perfectly tailored by a staff of Italian seamstresses...one would assume.

It was 1987 when I first saw the movie so I was only 5 years old and far too young to understand what was happening but all of a sudden I desperately wanted a more pronounced nose and a perm. Baby couldn't have been cast better. Jennifer Grey symbolized the underdog in us all. The petite, frizzy haired, pimple covered, wall-flower who still sucked her thumb but it was only because she may have had some insecurity with her affectionate side and it's not like that can't be fixed with some acutane and counseling and I'm working on it, ok?

Patrick Swayze was a shoe in for Johnny. I mean, come on. Have you seen the audition tapes? Industry insiders say the casting director had a hose handy for when things got out of control. Can you imagine if they had stayed with Stallone? It would be a completely different dance, my friend. It wouldn't be dirty anymore but something ravenous and angry. Which isn't always bad. It just depends on whether I had a long day at the office or feel a little bloated.

In the end Johnny pulled Baby out of the corner and succeeded the lift that not only inspired the camp goers to dance but allowed the working class hip thrusters to mingle with the hoy paloy in the dance hall. But inevitably, where I had the time of my life was in Johnny's cabin.