Mr. Jazz ( analytical dancer)

Exhausted after my ordeal with Mr. Hustle, I became disheartened and disappointed in not finding someone who was real, normal, trustworthy and compatible. Was it at all possible? I remained optimistic and returned to the digital  mindset of todays world. Opening up my Mac laptop I would begin my search again.

The next profile made me smile;

“Life can be easy, especially when you are in a little black dress.” He was 50 years old, divorced, two children.

I continued to read because I LOVED my little black dresses.

“Love my ex-wife. Don’t regret any of it. Okay here is the meat and potatoes of my profile:

What I’m really looking for is a drama queen, someone who needs constant attention, complains I never leave them alone. Someone who is never satisfied with life. Someone who looks terrible in a little black dress and just as bad in t-shirt and jeans. You must hate to go out for a night on the town and really hate staying at home snuggling on the couch. Oh and yes, kids and family are not important to you at all. Must have loads and loads of baggage. I will allow three checked bags and two carry-ons. Sound good? Send me an email. Scratch that whole looking bad in a little black dress thing. I’m a guy and really like the way a woman wears a little black dress, or whatever color dress… or nothing at all. Are we clear on that?”

Yup, I was totally clear on that and up for the challenges. I winked, Not Blinked and sent a quick message.

To follow Mr. Jazz be sure to look for my new book “The New Dance Card” soon to be released. Its a follow up to my book ‘The Dance Card” Looking For Love After Divorce available on Amazon.com Barnes& Noble, Apple I tunes and kindle.

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Mr. Foxtrot….Follow Your Heart…And Your Gut

My very first enlistment on my second “dance card’ is Mr. Foxtrot. He is slow  and smooth, reminiscent of my most endearing dancer Mr. Waltz. It is often referred to as the Rolls Royce of the standard dances: beautiful, romantic conjuring up images of Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire gliding with ease across the stage.

It had been several days since I first connected with him. but I knew waiting was part of the drill.. I was not disappointed, just realistic in knowing that delayed gratification was the pattern of online dating.

Then in came the message: Hello you must be Annie,the little orphaned girl looking for that perfect family to take you into their hearts. I would love to be your Daddy Warbucks.

I was now ready to release the past and move forward I need to formulate a clever pitch, a perfect introduction to this witty guy.

“It’s a Hard Knock Life” and I have kicked those hard days. I wanted to abandon those ragamuffin clothes for refined attire and move to the big city. That sun will certainly be coming out tomorrow-with you.”

“Annie, bet your bottom dollar. Tomorrow and the next day and the next You are fun!  Are you ready for an adventure?”

“More than ready but if your’e envisioning a feisty curly haired red head you are going to be greatly disappointed.”

” I know exactly what you look like from your profile picture. Don’t change a thing.” ‘You’re Annie?’ Sam (Tom Hanks) says at the top of the Empire State building in Sleepless in Seattle. I would love to be Sam Reed and you Annie Baldwin, a chance meeting at the top  would be romantic. Can you hear the song playing now? Jimmy Durante singing ‘As Time Goes By'”

I thought “How sweet” But I also remembered my last dancer Mr. Waltz and how I got caught up in all of his romantic rhetoric. I was cautious now.

The next long email came in from Mr. Foxtrot. That foxy guy chasing me into a world of romantic screen plays, with soundtracks to stir the emotions. This time he wrote, “Annie, you are ShopGirl(Kathleen Kelly) and I am NY152(Joe Fox), in “You’ve Got Mail” She prefers the laptop I prefer you. Imagine the two of us meeting at that garden of eden at the end of our journey, our electronic journey. When we “fall in love” again, it will be forever. I’m your Mr. Joe Foxtrot.

At this point I was getting a little apprehensive about this guy. I saw him as the fox and the chase was his thrill. All the silly dialogue clouded my sense of reality.He became that bachelor behind the proverbial screen and I was eyeing that this match game needed to end. Trot away Mr. Foxtrot. Trot away

 

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The Dating Game…The Waiting Game

The dating game, that competition for the many lovesick individuals challenged to reach that ultimate goal: love, companionship,friendship,, intimacy and possible marriage. This new effort would be exhausting. Would it be a 5K or a complete marathon requiring a great deal of endurance. How would I separate myself from the masses that had joined me?

That popular weekly half-hour show from the 1970’s was the precursor to all that followed in the dating world. Separated by a screen from 3 unknown bachelors or bachelorettes armed with a few titillating questions not particularly pertinent to each person. The men or women would finally be revealed from behind that curtain one by one. The rejected suitors would kiss the contestant and be on their way.  The chosen one would be the last to be revealed  and the reactions were always “priceless” Most often disappointed.

Not much has changed… we are still separated by a screen. Now we have the ability to eliminate without the commitment of connecting.

BLINK….

 

 

Ann Reichardt

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relationship expert

author of “The Dance Card” Looking For Love After Divorce

http://www.loveonthedancefloor.com

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

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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