Were you shocked reading the end of yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry?
Believe me when I say that at first I didn't know what to do. I'm certainly not used to being single once again and having something like this happen!
As I mentioned, my daughter B and I had just hugged goodbye. I sat down. She went to get her coat on.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and a voice saying something I hadn't heard in many, many years, "Would you like to dance?".
Since the fellow speaking was behind me and to my right side, I couldn't see him. My daughter looked at me. She looked shocked. Her eyes looked like saucers!
I looked over at JB. His mouth was open, but he was saying nothing. He too looked like he was in shock. Like B's, his eyes looked like saucers!
It's probably a good thing I couldn't see my own face, because the truth is, I almost fainted!
Because I hadn't accepted the invitation immediately, this fellow once again touched me. He laid his hand on my right shoulder, leaned into me, close to my ear and said, "Please dance with me!".
As I said, I couldn't see this person. Even so, I got up from my chair. He took my hand. He twirled me in a circle and we began to dance.
At first, I was speechless.
Then, he spoke to me. The first thing he said was, "You smell WONDERFUL! I'm a sucker for a woman who smells good." I laughed.
Then, he introduced himself. His name was G.
My first thought was, is this some kind of a joke, Lord?
Okay, I realize I probably haven't written about this, but a while ago, while I was doing laundry, I ran into a fellow who I had seen around my apartment building from time to time. He said hello and we spoke for a few minutes.
Within a few sentences, I realized this man was stressed and seemed lonely. He couldn't seem to stop talking about his problems, including the fact that his mother was ill and lived far away.
His name was also G. Like the dancer. Like my first (1st) husband.
In any case, I prayed with G in the laundry room and we began to part ways. As I went to exit, G reached out, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
Be still my heart!
He had tears in his eyes, telling me that no one had ever prayed like that for him and/or his mom. He could hardly talk. After making sure he was once again calm, I left and went to my apartment.
Okay. Back to the dancing. As I said, I was absolutely shocked over the whole incident of being invited to dance. It certainly wasn't something that I expected.
Well, there is more to this story, but I cannot finish writing about it, now. Hope you'll stay with me.
Until next time...
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