Mr. Ballet seemed to be the perfect classically trained dancer. He had the strength to lift the swan, the prima ballerina to higher ground. I was that ballerina during the frightening moments of the flight; he placed me on steady ground. Now I was hoping for more… lifts on level ground. I was ready to perform multiple fouettes and leap into his arms, and possibly his Heart.
Unlike the usual winks and flattering pleasantries of online chats to impress one another, our meeting was organic. No reestablishing groundwork typical of a first date. A first time vulnerable experience opened up my insecurities to a complete stranger. He’d seen me at my worst and now it was time to show my other normal side. I hoped he’d be impressed.
He’d invited me to his performance that night. I’d be a spectator at the ballet; ready to examine all of his moves. Should I wear that little black dress that I’d worn so often on my first dates. I was thinking I needed to replace the old model, something with a little more flair, but still classy. Perhaps a little white dress was in order. Time to discard the old and begin anew. I felt refreshed in body, mind, and soul washed clean from all the leftover soil from past dancers. I would be the swan opening her wings to embrace the new dance of the Ballet. MAGNIFIQUE!