The Performance… On and Off the Stage

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The passion was out of control. The night was filled with performances of unexpected delight. The stage was set for an evening of romance. The seductive moves were intoxicating! I felt like a goddess. The white robes presented earlier would be our feather bed for the night. Soft and warm.

I was turned on by Mr. Ballet and all of his moves on and off the dance floor. Wrapping my arms around this magnificent man… the magic began. The performance and passion that night would remain a distant memory. A one time empowering performance, unleashing all desires to someone who in turn became powerless to my advances.

I was flying high again as if we were on another flight, much different from that initial first flight that brought us together. Was this fate? Perhaps.

To follow this romantic dancers moves Ann Reichardt’s second book “The New Dance Card” Looking For…

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The Ballet… White Silk and Lace

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The night was spectacular watching Mr. Ballet perform with perfection and intellectual magnetism! What Brilliance!  Applause and standing ovation. I was feeling quite special; a VIP with a back stage pass. I made my way to the wings of the dressing room. The lights of the dressing room were blinding.   So many colorful costumes of tulle, silk and lace.

Wearing my own white lace dress I felt like one of them, a star. Now to be accompanied by my own star of the show.  Mr. Ballet. He gently touched my arm  presented me with a beautiful long stem red rose  and said “I want to take you somewhere special.”  We walked together arm in arm down the rain soaked pavement of this beautiful city. The streets were illuminated by the  streetlights reflections  in the pools of water that drenched the sidewalks.

The drizzle pranced on our bodies and I…

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Mr. Ballet… Waiting for the Performance

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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…

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Mr. Ballet… Romantic Dancer

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My new dance partner; Mr. Ballet- my frenchman.The word ballet comes from the French with origins in Italian and Latin, meaning” to dance.” It is a dance for performance that has become highly technical; requiring training and ongoing practice.

The flight was over. Would I ever see him again? I really wanted to continue with this man. But with a polite “Pleasure to meet you,” and ” I hope you have a great time in the city.” Mr. Ballet slipped from his seat exiting the plane.

I was hoping he might venture to ask for my contact information. Was it too bold of me to ask him? I wanted to dance the ballet with this Frenchman, so I scribbled my name and number on a chewing gum wrapper. I handed it to him and profusely thanked him for being so kind to me.

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The Flight…

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After a bevy of conversations with Mr. Pasa Doble, we both decided it was time to meet. Maybe for a facial rejuvenation consult or maybe just to meet. It would give me an excuse to travel to Seattle.

I decided to bite the bullet; booking a flight, preparing once again for the  unknown, I felt it necessary to let someone know  what I was up to. I notified my sister and she offered to come along. I reassured her I would be fine. After all how old was I? Geez

I packed my bags, mostly casual attire, along with one cute little black dress. This would be the first time that I’d travel a long distance to meet someone I’d never met. I wasn’t fearful, oddly enough, not even apprehensive, only excited.

The takeoff was smooth…but as we climbed it got bumpy! The winds whipped the plane around  as…

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Mirror… Reflections

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Closing my tablet for the night, contemplating a meet up with Mr. Paso Doble, I retired to my bedroom, undressed  and glanced into a full-length mirror. That vision would depress me for some time. I rarely looked at myself in a mirror, maybe I feared the reality of how 63 years of hard work and “life” had changed my body. There I was face-to-face with a strange image… Who is that woman in the mirror? Oh that body and face had seen better days. Confidence was not a friend to me anymore and my insecurities magnified at that moment.

My face was no longer smooth. Those deep naso-labial folds and crows feet were deep. The upper lids needed lifting. The lower bags needed lifting as well. I could use one big gigantic pull forcing my hairline up so tight that my brows would touch my earlobes.

I slowly turned to…

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Mr. Pasa Doble (Dance of Arrogance)

My last kiss was from an unlikely source, my friend Jeff, Beth’s husband.

I was sad to know that they were probably going to split up. Their days would be filled with heartache and loneliness much like the rest of us in midlife feel after the end of a long term marriage. That familiarity and history and memories that were built over their lifetime would disappear. Disposed of much like everything else these days, in this throw-away society. Nothing seems to be cherished anymore.

As we are forced in to challenging situations we must decide whether to allow those times to define us or start to move forward in a positive way and redefine who we are as significant individuals . So I trudged forward…happily.

I was ready for my next auditioned into my studio of love. This time I would more carefully examine each guy in hope that the right match would be a triple threat; could he make my heart sing?…be  compatible?… professional?…be good in bed?…or in the shower.?

There it was: a profile read, “High-flying professional looking for “the one.” “I’m so glad you stopped by. I’m an honest, romantic, intelligent, adventurous professional gent; a doctor who seeks a woman to fulfill my Sleepless in Seattle Syndrome.”

He went on and on about his many accolades personally and professionally. skippering yachts, piloting his own plane,scuba diving,  entertaining, and cooking.He had tremendous wealth and was searching for that gal that presents attractiveness and interests that are appealing to him. He desired  an intelligent, energetic and passionate woman.

Question:” If you found the love that would move the sun and the stars would you relocate? If your’e a classy gal that wants a classy guy please consider allowing me to contact you.”

NICE ! was my initial response to his profile. He seemed to be a good match…almost too good to be true. My hesitation in replying centered around the distance between us geographically. I’ve learned with past relationships it is difficult to maintain any continuous connection with distance. I was also apprehensive because I had been scammed  before and when something sounds too ideal it usually is. Mostly I feared that this self assured man may have unrealistic expectations from his partner. Would I disappoint by not being perfect. I was getting older and the pressure to live up to those ideals was intimidating. Frankly I was tired and with frailties setting in I didn’t need the pressure. I did not respond.

But he was relentless. He sent notification after notification to me wanting to connect. I bet he never had anyone NOT respond to his requests online. All those women eager to be the wife of a doctor. 

To find out more about Mr. Pas Doble be sure to look for my new book (soon to be released) THE NEW DANCE CARD  Looking For Love Online. The second book in my 3 book series of looking for love after the end of a marriage in midlife. THE DANCE CARD looking for love after divorce is now available on Amazon. com Barnes & Noble, Apple i-tunes, kindle

 

Ann Reichardt

anniereichardt@gmail.com

http://www.loveonthedancefloor.com