I met my second husband at the club that I fell in love with. In the days just after Bruce left it had become a haven for me, an outlet. I could go and dance and get lost in this adult world and just forget about everything for a few hours. I loved that place. Me and my best friend M became regulars there and found a new sort of family. It was like reuniting with relatives every weekend. We had nicknames for everyone. The happy couple, backwards walking lady, Kmart, the walrus and so on, we loved them all. After Bruce disappeared and my divorce was final, I was truly single and in my early 20’s. I had NEVER dated, except a movie or two in high school. This was foreign territory. I was BAD at it. I mean where do you start when someone in their 20’s asks you about yourself? Oh hi, I’m Christie, abandoned single mother of 2, formerly homeless, now living with my mother. Yea, not the most desirable candidate in the dating pool. So my club life became my date. I would go out on Friday evenings before our trip to Chuck E Cheese and shop for a new outfit to wear. You see I was there so often, I couldn’t possibly be seen in the same thing twice. There was this cheap clothing store called “Rainbow”. I called it the disposable clothing store because after one wash it all fell apart, but I would go there and pick out an outfit, excited to show it off to my date (a.k.a Club Safari), it became affectionately known as Club So Sorry in later days. The one thing I knew I could do well was dance. I didn’t even need a partner. I went there to DANCE. I could care less if I was the only person on the dance floor, or if I was packed in like cattle. It was release. I saw my husband to be across the dance floor and was drawn to him like a magnet. He wore three piece suits and damn could he dance. He would clear the floor around him. I hadn’t met anyone outside a dance studio or ballroom that could move like that and I was instantly attracted. One night my best friend and her boyfriend were asking me who I was attracted to, I hadn’t had many successful dates and they wanted essentially to “get me laid”. I will never forget when I pointed him out. Attracting men was never a problem for me, it was keeping them interested after learning I had 2 small children and lived at home with my mother that was the issue. So I pointed him out and they laughed. He was about 5’4 and Korean. Not my usual pick. But being the dutiful friend that she was she went up to him and told him I wanted to meet him. We spent the next 4 hours dancing our asses off, clearing the space around us, getting applause and pats on the back. I was in heaven. It was better than dancing for tips. He took me home that night. My best friend made him give her his license and car make and model in case I didn’t return.That was the first time I had ever done the one night stand thing. I felt wild. We were inseparable after that. We moved fast, way too fast. And within a year the Irish catholic adopted south Korean man from a wealthy family in New York proposed to the atheist divorced mother of two, in the home of his sister, after her twins christening in front of his entire family. It was a disaster.
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Confessions of a mad mind~ Author of A Practical Guide to Forgiveness from an Impractical Survivor and She was the Stuff of Stars, Christie Page was born in Falmouth, Massachusetts. She lived in the Nobska Point Lighthouse with her mother and father who were stationed there as a result of his service in the Coast Guard. Shortly after the family made their way to West Palm Beach, Florida where she grew up continuing her love affair with the ocean. She has two children Joshua 26 and Laura 24 and currently resides in South Florida. In 2015 Christie left her twenty year medical career to pursue her passion for writing full time and has been featured in the world’s largest mindful living publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul, elephant journal, Sivana East, Thirty on Tap and The Urban Howl. She was also a feature columnist for Controlled Chaos magazine. An active yogi, hoop dancing enthusiast and self-proclaimed whiskey chick, she is a third generation breast cancer survivor, recovering anorexic/bulimic and is on life six or seven of her nine lives. She has been homeless and sheltered, rich and poor, loved and hated and believes her experiences have lead her down a path of spiritual exploration and awakenings. Christie wishes to share her journey with others in an attempt to come to peace. She writes to clear space from the rolodex that is her muddled mind. Christie View all posts by christiepage "pando pandemonium"