It all started a few months ago when I stumbled upon a dance studio by me. Something drew me into the place where I saw the most dreamy looking couple dancing across the floor in this sultry close embrace. But more then that, it looked like they were oblivious to everything else around them…in their own world. The focus was incredible. When I saw them, and the sensuality of that dance, I knew it was for me. And so the love affair started…

Fast forward to my trip to Buenos Aires last month.
I had to go. That’s where Tango began with the Italian immigrants hundreds of years ago. How could I fully immerse myself into something without knowing all there is to know about it?
But btw I’ll never know all there is to know about. Tango is a lifetime process.
More on BA later, including the dish on the handsome Argentinian teacher I met there…

2. HOW WAS YOUR DAY?

3. YOU SMELL GREAT!

4. I NEED TO KISS YOU, NOW!

5. WHEN CAN I SEE YOU AGAIN?!

Those are my five favorite (and sometimes wishful) things I want to hear from a guy on the first date. What are some of yours?

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Michelle Pfeiffer dressed as a woman of the Middle Ages

1.  EXPERIENCE – Middle Age brings with it more experience in life, sex, spirituality and letting things go that aren’t important!  (Now if I could just practice that last one on a daily basis I’d be good.)

2.  SEX -   is better than ever! I’m sure it’s because I’ve accepted that I’m not in my twenties anymore (although 40 is the new 20 right?)  and I’m more at home in my body.   And I’ve learned that guys are way more forgiving of our bodies than we women are.  They could care less that you forgot to paint your fingernails or have an invisible zit the size of a small village bubbling under your skin.  Just calm down, have a little wine and turn on Sade.  The rest will be her-story!

3.  ACCEPTANCE – Occasionally I still struggle with this one, but not half the way I did when I was younger.  (Thank the Gods!)  I’m more flexible and try and go with the flow as often as I can.  Much less stress that way.

4.  GOOD COMPANY – Talk about beautiful middle age women:  Michelle Pfeiffer, Courtney Cox, Terry Hatcher, Vanessa Williams, Julianne Moore, Elle MacPherson just to name a few who are middle aged.

5.  ENERGY – I don’t know what it is, but I have more energy now.  That could be because now I follow what makes me happy!  Gary Vanderchuk calls it following your DNA and I agree.  I also work-out harder and do a lot of cardio.  (The below Katy Perry song  “Teenage Dream”is one of my favorites to listen to in the gym!)

Middle aged sure isn’t what it used to be.  By the time a person hits forty or fifty she’s just hitting their stride, and we all should be enjoying every step!

What do you like/love about being middle aged?  I’d really like to know!

He has sandy blond hair, sapphire blue eyes and strong, broad shoulders.  (I mean, I think they’re strong – haven’t gotten that close yet)  And if that doesn’t already spell trouble he has this “devil may care” smile not to mention a very exciting life.

His photo journalism career takes him places like Iceland to photograph volcanic ash or sometimes he’ll end up shooting pirates (from a safe distance) in Somalia.

Volcanic Ash in Iceland

Anyway, I met him a few weeks ago and last night I had this very sexy dream about him.  He was a medieval monk and I was a wench.  And lets just say things got heated when he announced he wasn’t going to be celibate anymore.  Or they almost did, but my dream came to a screeching halt when my  Mother showed up in my house unannounced and woke me up.   (It’s really pitiful when you can’t get laid even in your dreams!)

Time for my “go to” mood stabilizer – chocolate covered cherries and red wine!

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But what about “text dating?” Do you find it charming or annoying?

There’s this guy that texts me often.  He is witty and charming, but our schedules have not permitted us to meet yet.  I’m under deadline on my new historical romance novel “Porcelain Lace” (watch for it soon!) and he is building an orphanage – in Africa.  (I know, talk about ambitious and driven!) So, needless to say the texting is coming in handy.  I’m learning a great deal about him through 150 words or less.

Like I notices he uses smiley cons a lot.          And he says Ho-he-ha instead of the more traditional ha-ha-ha or he-he-he.  Also he lists his physical actions in the texting like, “scratching head” or “wink” or “eyes roll” when he’s perplexed, being flirty or bored.  Kind of different, right?

Btw, I have the unlimited texting with my current long distance provider – highly recommend that.

But what about the people who are in town in close proximity that you might be dating or are starting to date?  Wouldn’t/isn’t it nice when they text “thinking of you today” or “remembering our last date” (conversation, roll in the hay, etc.) or “your scent captivates me” of anything that might send a message (literally) that they are  thinking of you.  I mean there are times when a whole, long phone conversation is just not time appropriate, but a short text shot off in the heat of remembrance is just plain sexy.

I’m curious ladies and gents.  How do you text when dating?  Or do you text when dating?  Do you like it when someone texts you to get to know you?  Do you prefer an old fashion phone call?  Once you start dating would you like to receive texts or do you send texts?   And if you text those you are dating what are some of the (sexy, romantic, cute) things you say?  Just curious…

My Kevin Pollack look alike picked me up on time, and we took off for our first date.  On the way to the New Age speaker engagement, he said he had to make a little stop.  He just needed to pick up something from a friend on the way.  I said sure and we made small talk as the neighborhoods passing us grew more and more dangerous looking.  And, BTW,  I didn’t know you had to go through Watts to get to Santa Monica?

“Kevin” parked the car in front of this seedy, run-down house and told me to stay in the car and lock the doors.  I looked around and saw at least three tireless cars up on blocks.  What am I stupid?  You couldn’t get me outta that car if you would’ve pried me with the “jaws of life.”

He went in house and I contemplated how long I had to live.

A few minutes later he came out with a big paper bag.  I wondered what could it be – bricks of cocaine?  Dead body parts?  Stolen cash?  He got in the car, locked the doors, put the bag in the back and took off without a word.

We were mostly silent till we got far away from the dilapidated house.  I was busy thinking about Bonny and Clyde’s “Bad Romance” and how that all ended when he pulled the car over (in a really nice neighborhood) and turned off the motor.  Okay now I was really uneasy.  I mean I don’t know this guy,  and I had just witnessed what?  A crime? Drug smuggling, a hidden scene of SAW VII?  He reached for the bag and I thought, “It’s a machete and I’m about to get hacked to pieces.”

“I’m sorry you had to be a part of that,” he said as he held the bag  “but I had no choice.”  I closed my eyes prepared for the worst and heard the bag rustle.  Then I put my hand on the door handle and was just about to jump out when suddenly I smelled the most lovely smell in the world.  Slowly I opened my eyes, and became speechless…

“Samantha,” Kevin Pollack look alike said, “I wanted you to have Stargazer Lillies tonight, but not just any Stargazer Lillies.  These are ‘Purple Lionesses,’ rare and beautiful just like you.  And only one person knows how to get them.  I’m just sorry she lives in Watts.  She won’t move either.  Something about her Mama and Grandma living in that house for generations.  Anyway, I would have got them sooner but her shipment just came in today.”

“Thank you,” was all I could say as I took them from him.  The smell was like heaven.

Just then “Kevin” sneezed and we giggled.  After all the smell was extremely strong.  We joked that it would probably never leave his car.  “Then I guess I’ll think of you every time I drive,” he said as he sneezed again, then five more times.  I covered the flowers with the bag and put them in the back while he kept sneezing.  Then his face got red and started to swell.  “Wouldn’t you know it,” I thought as I watched his eyes water and turn red, “the sweetest guy in the world is allergic to the one thing I love.”

Anyway I jumped in the driver’s seat and said “Bless You,” more times then I could count all the way to the emergency room.  Kevin Pollack look alike  had to get an injection.   Actually they admitted him for observation.  Something about how he was poisoned by a rare pollen and they have to send overseas for a vaccine.  I felt so bad and wanted to stay with him, but he gave me cab fare and sent me on my way.

I’ll probably never see him again, or at least if I do I’m sure there won’t be a single flower in his hand.

He approached me as I was filling my glass with some tropical punch, lime sherbet drink concoction.   He seemed polite and charming as we chatted about our common spiritual beliefs while blue hair ladies passed Lady Fingers and Madeleines on silver trays.  And he was handsome in a Kevin Pollack sort of way, and I found myself listening intently to his philosophical ravings.    He had interesting things to say about reincarnation, meditation, and was very passionate about Buddha and vegetarians.  I told him I was a steak and potatoes kind of girl, loved golf, and was open to all beliefs.

We even got into the topic of beauty and what was beautiful (subjectively), and flowers came up so he asked me my favorite to which I replied, “Star Gazer Lilly.” I asked him his and he said, Tuberose.   Suddenly I found myself wondering if those two exquisite, but very fragrant floral could inhabit the same vase together without one over-powering and strangling the other with its perfume.  Then I visualized both flowers and was reminded of how phallic the Tuberose looks while the Star Gazer is more like the female part of the body that looks like…ahem…but I digress.

Anyway he asked me out on a date to listen to a New Age speaker later in the week and for drinks afterward.  Sounded like a no stress type of date, right?

…To Be Continued

Tuberose means: Dangerous Pleasure in flower language

Stargazer Lilly means: Innocence and Purity