Continued from Part I. of I Dance to Forget.Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way. "Everyone deserves a second chance," he convinced me.
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say "Keep your heart open," they always said. The brain, in subtle quandary, concurred nonetheless. Being with him was right. He was my everything. My heart led the way.
Welcome to the Hotel California. He offered pure comfort, romance, and passion. He adored me. I felt so happy.
Such a lovely place. Everything was bright and beautiful.
Such a lovely face. "You're impossibly cute," he'd tell me. "You make me believe again."
Plenty of room at the hotel California "Do you know how much I love you?" he'd ask. "No," I'd respond. His love and ours felt infinite.
Anytime of year It was the summer of 2005. We camped, hiked, meandered through local beach towns, and dined in mediocre fashion. We had fabulously warm and fun dinner parties. Friends, family, and strangers regularly commented on our happy sappiness. I was suddenly living the dream that had carried me through until then. I had it all.
You can find it here. Deep down, I knew I deserved it.
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, What I didn't know is that I was headed in the opposite direction.
She's got the Mercedes bends. The signs were deceptive. I followed them.
At that time, I was heading a dance group that I founded. Though he never danced before, he danced with me, for me.
Thinking back, I can't remember a time when I didn't dance. I liked to twirl. My friends called me a spinning top. I called myself Rockin' Robyn. It caught on.
Finding a man to dance with meant I had truly arrived. I had my life partner.
I'll be back with Part III. Jake, probably not. Sorry, but please do come back for the next stretch. xo
I love this Robyn....you still rock and twirl in my book! I love your blog!
ReplyDeleteI deliver Mercedes Benz/bends parts.
ReplyDeleteI've got some dance moves I'd like to lay on you...
Great, as always... but I nearly choked on my coffee when I saw that picture! That is hysterical!
ReplyDeleteSpecial guy? Summer of 2005 sounds like a special time. BTW...I never knew it was tiffany twisted. Thought it was definitely twisted.
ReplyDeleteThe Eagles always remind me of college rock for some reason. You would always hear it playing in all of the dorm rooms and the bars and college union, etc. As usual, very clever and creative :)
ReplyDeleteWho is that guy in the plane? He's dreamy.
ReplyDeleteThis one is just written with such beautiful elegance that the words seem to dance with the melody of the song. Very much loving this.
ReplyDelete*rising to my feet* BRAVO! BRAVO! This is so well done and the music soundtrack compliments it perfectly. On the edge of my seat here...
ReplyDeleteAwesome post. Wonderfully written. The pic's funny! Is that a Water squirting gun at the front? LOL
ReplyDeleteHave a good day!
Damn, I so don't need the Eagles singing in my head at 4 am but I love the story and how you are telling it...carry on!
ReplyDeleteI’m sensing there’s no “HEA” coming BUT one can always dance – with or without a partner!
ReplyDeleteVKT, thank you. You're a rockin' teacher and blog friend!
ReplyDeleteBlase, I can follow any good lead. ;->
Ms. A., glad you like the picture. Too bad my babe didn't smile. He tends to get sea sick, and wasn't feeling great when the photo was shot.
Copyboy, it's more akin to "WalMart twisted."
Thanks Ally. The Eagles shall live forever.
Tgo, oh go on. I mean, stop. You can have a seat now. You've been standing and applauding for hours. Enough already. Thanks! ;0>
Mr. Stupid, thank you kindly. It does look like a water squirting gun. I'm not sure. Jake and I didn't try using it. We were otherwise distracted. A good day to you too!
Thanks MadWoman, and it's great to have you drop by. Sorry I didn't have a different tune for you at 4am. Any requests for next time?
Beth, you are sharp. Dancing with or without a partner is all good - unless the partner really can't dance, or is rude or smelly or etc. Actually, who needs a partner?
Chocolate kisses,
xoRobyn
Cheeseboy, he's mine. You hear? Quit salivating, or I'll make a move on your hot wife. ;->
Thanks so much, TS. xo
oops, the chocolate kisses go at the end, for all of you, unless Cheeseboy is really going to make a move on my guy Jake. xo
ReplyDeleteI'm waiting for part III with baited breath!
ReplyDeleteYou've got me singing again, girl! :)
ReplyDeleteI think I know the ending.... It's not happy, is it?
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