Dancing In The Stars

Returning to my laptop, my secretary that guided me through my last adventures in looking for love after divorce for the past 8 years I felt it was time to reach into that cyberspace once again. All those stars out there, the many men and women looking to find that one that would make their lives bright; it was time to start dancing again.

“WINKS” as they are referred to on the online dating sites provide an initial introduction to a person letting them know they are interested in beginning a connection. I would like to refer to them as ‘BLINKS” because that is how fast it is to connect and then disconnect.

My very first “Wink” A man in his fifties. Tall, dark, and with a full head of hair, separated, no kids.

His profile reads: The calendar has again turned the page on another season. What do these pages hold in store for us? Shall we find out together? Yet another spring is slowly turning into summer. The spring plants are thirsty for the rains to renew their blossoms. Without the raid no plants will grow and no flowers will bloom. We also need something to refresh and renew our spirits. Are you thirsty for a relationship that will refresh your soul and renew that spirit?

Interesting, thoughtful and a touch of femininity. These words were lovely but I wanted a “man’s man” Someone who would pick me up off that dance floor with force and strength catapult me into a relationship that would equal the passion of Liz Taylor and Richard Burton. I didn’t think he was the Burton type. With a BLINK I decided not to respond.

I found out that it was impossible to reply to all the would be suitors out in”cyberspace” I knew it was unkind and I am typically a nice person but it became exhausting. I could now understand how a literary agent felt; receiving countless queries from wannabe authors, in hopes their manuscripts- and in this case, profiles- would not be another heap of meaningless script tossed in the slush pile. I had to do some tossing…Moving On.

WINK #2 “Some kinda ecstasy gotta a hold on me”

WINK#3 “Heart has healed and ready to make friends”

WINK #4 “No job, no car, live with parents”

REALLY? BLINK …

WINK#5 A 65-year-old widowed man from Seattle

His profile read: Release the past. Live in today. Plan for tomorrow. Love starts with a smile. developed with a kiss, and ends with a tear. The romance is in the kiss…only kindred sprits should apply!

Good solid advice, I thought so I kept reading.

My closest friends describe me as funny, creative, and passionate about living. I’m just a nice gut who smiles a lot and loves life. I have had a charmed life. I met the girl I was born to love and we had a fairytale romance for 35 years. She passed away 8 years ago and now it is time for me to move on…she would have wanted it that way. I am ready to dance.

AH! NO BLINK HERE…A potential partner

TO BE CONTINUED

Ann Reichardt

relationship coach

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THE NEW DANCE CARD

Two years had passed since my last attempt to be a couple with a man that promised love ever after. That was not to be. I was feeling the loss again. A different kind of grief but a sense of sadness nonetheless.

As the months being by myself passed, I was starting to feel lonely. I missed having someone in my life, even if it was temporary. I desired those moments again. Once again I perused the online dating sites. OMG, the number of online options had increased significantly since my last go round.

with excitement and enthusiasm, I approached the process as enlightening and fun this time. My laptop was open and eager to click away. Here I go again, I thought. I wondered who would be new on the scene. I was alone now- not lonely, but alone and I wanted to share my time with someone I could deeply care about.

My profile was reactivated and reflected with aging, there is a whole new set of rules about seeking companionship. I was now looking for security in knowing there would be someone there in time of need.”I have fallen and can’t get up!” That life alert button by itself may not be the safety net for one’s survival.

We humans are not designed to be alone. Yes, I sometimes protested that I was happy in my independence with the freedom to do as I pleased, but I always felt that desire to be a couple. It seemed to be a bigger need as I approached retirement. I was now applying for social security and medicare. Those fragile years of declining health. But is this reason enough to look for someone?

I believe now that I was looking for more than that. A friend of mine compared love and companionship. He quipped. “Love is meant to be more than having a safety net, that companion. A pet can provide that. A “Lover” will give you more. Remember that Annie.”

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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

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The Performance… On and Off the Stage

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 Love Online will be released this year. It is a follow up of her first released book”The Dance Card” Looking For Love After Divorce.

Contact Ann for interviews at anniereichardt@gmail.com

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The Flight…

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 if I were on a roller coaster ride at Six Flags. I wasn’t a big fan of thrill seeking rides so I was nervous. I thought ” I’m going to die. How could I jeopardize my life for someone I’d never met?”

Grabbing the arm rest; clawing my nails deep as if I were at the dentists getting a root canal without Novocain!  I felt dread, anxiety and physically sick as my 63 years flashed before my eyes. The thrashing of luggage in the overhead bins, beverage carts flying down the narrow aisle only increased my fear.

DING! The seat belt sign illuminated. The pilot announced the turbulence would continue for another 30 minutes.  That didn’t seem to calm my anxieties any. I glanced at the passenger next to me. I wondered. Who is he? Is he meeting a loved one at the end of this crazy ride? Were we going to die together?

He looked my way and noticed my concern and began to talk to me, maybe to try and calm my anxieties. I didn’t want to talk. I was not processing, Small talk was not a good distraction for me. I couldn’t respond.

There was huge dip and plunge and then a leveling off of the plane. My heart jumped into my throat. I really couldn’t speak now! I wanted to vomit.

My aisle mate grabbed my hand with reassurance and swaddle me as if I were a child. I felt such gratitude; I was not alone.

 

For more on this story Ann Reichardt’s 2nd book THE NEW DANCE CARD, Looking For Love Online  will swoon be released. It is a follow up of her published memoir THE DANCE CARD, Looking For Love After Divorce available on Amazon. com Barnes& Noble, Kindle, Apple I-tunes