A surprise... only two rows down!

The night at Sadler's Wells arrived. A mixed passion for music and tango!

The ensemble of two marvels of life.  

Robby came to pick me up by cab and we giggled throughout the journey there; catching up on the latest news in our lives.  

My Saturday had passed with the hottest date for lunch at home with a bottle of Brut champagne he brought.  Suddenly, the dark clouds and rainy weather disappeared outside the window and in streamed the warmth of our deep conversation and the physical chemistry that took over. How much passion can a woman take?  Never enough.

My fun friend from Argentina, Isabella had some friends visiting from Buenos Aires and we decided to go out late at night.  Zuma was a good choice for a bite and a couple of cocktails to be followed by a night at our favourite club Fabric.  Always fun there.  I bumped into my brother's friends from college (some years ago now), we danced to Terry Francis, chatted and spent the night away 'til the early hours of the morning. I drove back home at 5.30 am, got some sleep and woke up, deciding to see a Spanish friend; Sylvia. Although she had been staying with her relatives in East London for the last month, we had not managed to meet up. So, driving to Brighton where she'd been spending the weekend seemed like a good idea.

The weather was not too pleasant and I packed a little overnight bag ... Not quite my thing ... small-packing!  Despite the state, I was in I finally managed to meet up with Sylvia on Brighton's large pebbled beach. We met through another friend some six years ago in Ibiza.

I checked into the Hotel du Vin after dinner and slept right through to Monday morning.

After breakfast, I saw my old friend Shiba whom I had first met on a beach in Seychelles some twenty-five years ago when we were both married. She had been spending summer in the South of England so we walked and settled ourselves on the pebbles by the sea and enjoyed the glorious sun which was now shining upon us. We had our laughs and a few sighs, reminiscing about our lives and experiences.  

The most fulfilling and exciting part of our lives as we get older, becomes those meetings with the good ... Sorry, great friends we have picked up along the way. We have been through thick and thin and shared and cared for each other. Prayed for the best and for God to keep our friendship alive until we die.

It is taking a lot of courage to put these thoughts on paper. But the excitement of life is to be cherished and shared. We can all learn from one another. In fact, my best role model after I separated was Samantha in Sex and the City. Haha ... Yep ... She was my heroine-to-be. I watched that program religiously ... And I admired and loved this free-spirited woman who could not care less what anyone thought of her sexuality and what brought her pleasure. Life is to be lived as an individual. It was the one and only time I've ever switched on the TV during the week and stayed in to watch.

Back to Sadler's Wells ... As we got out of the cab, I heard my name called and we had a short conversation with a friend who happened to be at the tango. We parted in order to take our seats. As we sat in row G, I saw in surprise, another friendly face and turned to Robby with a cheeky smile to point out my friend Scot. I spent five days visiting him last year in Amsterdam. A lovely friend.  

"That's Scot," I told my friend.

"Who?" Asked Robby in surprise.

"Mr raspberry. Haven't I told you about him?" I asked.

"Can't recall." Answered Robby with a smile.  

"Let's text him a message." My naughty thoughts took the better of me.

"Well, he is in row E. Write ... 'So how is the view from row E?'" She went on.

"Great idea. Here we go." I fetched my mobile and sent the text to Scot's no.

"He won't be checking at the start but why not."

"You little minx," Was Robby's witty remark.

And we giggled like two teenagers.

After music that blew my mind away, followed by a tango that was so sensual, it could have me melt in the arms of anyone who could move with such excellence and passion. We left the auditorium high on the performance and headed to the tapas restaurant, in pleasant August weather just after some rain.

At dinner, I was facing the bar where a middle-aged man was sitting (what that implies these days I am not sure but it sounds appropriate here). As we continued our conversation on the tango we had just enjoyed, my eyes were wandering and Robby turned to look around and I said: "Check that out!"  

"I thought you were up to something."  Robby laughed.

"He is not bad now, is he?" I questioned.

The man looked like an actor with semi-wavy, salt and pepper hair; a distinguished nose and was smart-casually dressed in a beige safari jacket and pants. He turned around and noticed my smiley eyes. He fixed his gaze on me and smiled back. I said "hello" to him with a naughty look from across the restaurant. He smiled back and gently turned to talk to the waitress.

"You see, I frighten them off, it seems!" I giggled.

He did turn around again, however, for another smile and then, we lost sight of him.

I checked my mobile (still on silent mode since the tango) and saw a missed call from Scot with a text inviting us to come and join him in the bar. But one-and-a-half hours had passed since he'd texted, and we headed home.

Scot called at midnight to say he could not believe we were at the same theatre and that we must arrange to meet up soon for a catch-up.  

Now ... wouldn't you like to know why Scot was called The Raspberry Man?!