The Yacht… The Robe

At the end of the pier a magnificent craft was was moored. The sleek lines of this custom yacht oozed celebrity, fame and fortune. Greeted by a uniformed captain we entered a new stage of the life of this performer.

“Annie welcome to my home away from home. Please let’s get you out of those wet clothes. My staff will provide you with something warm.”

“Lovely! This is spectacular, Mr. Ballet. I am speechless.”

As I was escorted to the sleeping quarters for a change of clothes, I wondered what he had in mind?  Was I just another understudy ballerina to practice his pirouettes, double, and triples? I didn’t think that was his intent, but I was pretty much captive, I didn’t want to leave this fanciful world.

Presented with a beautiful, soft velour white robe, I was reminded of the black fluffy robe that I wore with Mr. Waltz, a previous dancer. I thought it was mine alone back then but soon found out that that wasn’t the case: it had been worn by many others.

Mr. Ballet appeared wearing his own white robe For three hours we chatted about the days events while sipping flutes of sparkling champagne. He was in a league of his own-professional league, and I was the rookie for the night.

Ann Reichardt’s eight year journey of looking for love after divorce is chronicled in her book “The Dance Card” Looking For Love After Divorce available on Amazon, Barnes& Noble, Kindle, Apple itunes

Her stories continue in her new book “The New Dance Card” Looking For Love Online soon to be released

For more information contact Ann at:

anniereichardt@gmail.com

http://www.loveonthedancefloor.com

608 513 0521

 

 

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