Some reviews


Why is it so difficult to meet somebody today?


In spite of all the networking possibilities and social media?

If you are Single, Divorced or Widowed and want to get back into the Dating game, if you're looking for that elusive partner, you will be interested to hear how a pro went about it. I was a matchmaker in Ireland and had my own dating agency. I'm sharing my experience and insider views with my readers. For more info see my book's website: www.NextTimeLucky.com!

I had the honor of being asked to come on the local NBC show First Coast Living twice in the last week to give dating advice. If you missed it, you can read all that stuff in my book.



Saturday, July 12, 2014

Love at First Click



He wanted to see me so much; at least that’s what he claimed.
“How about next weekend in Paris?” I said.
“Hmm, too short.  You would go crazy having to leave me after two days and get withdrawal symptoms.”

“Why has a man like you not found the right woman yet?”
“A difficult question, complicated to answer.  Well, there are some women where I think after one night Get out! because they are inhibited, incapable of orgasms, or exhausted after one hour of lovemaking.  Then I meet what I call the fighter types: Hold on to that guy by all means.  And then there is what I call a poem of a woman: feminine, strong, intelligent, sensual, giving; a poem everywhere, in bed and in the theatre, in the sea, in a dream.  Endlessly.”
“Sounds like a love marathon, Gerard.  I don’t know how persevering I can be; I have never been tested like that.”
“I’ll be your trainer.  I look forward to hours of erotic, soft touching, caressing, and our longing looks, our moist skin, and our surrender.”
“I am surprised there is no woman of your dreams on that dream of an island.”

“Lots of women here of course, but ..."
 ....
“Did you meet any women from this dating site yet?”
“Two.  One a real beauty, the owner of a big boutique, a catwalk woman.  I did not want that life style; the other one, a commercial director of a multinational, passionate but a bit dumb; no good conversations.  Do you know that I love you?”
His unexpected declaration shook me but I was also glowing with pride.  We seemed to be getting somewhere fast.
“Is there such a thing as love at first click?” he asked.  There must be if you are exchanging kisses and hugs after just a few emails.  Well, virtual ones really only, still!
“It’s incredible, Cherie, the current that has built up between the two of us straight away.  Do you feel it, too?” Boy, did I.  “Let’s get lost together.”
“How do you mean, Gerard?”
“I want you to get lost in my love and me.  I want you to forget your own
name.  I want you to live only for us and our love.”
I was enchanted, intrigued, and bewitched.  The magic of love had cast its spell on me fast.  Nothing like that had ever happened to me.  This had to be the lightning strike I was waiting for, at long last, after a loveless, unromantic marriage.  This made George, my beloved pilot − still missed five months later − bland in comparison.
(to be continued...)




Friday, July 11, 2014

I'm taking you to an exotic island...

Grab a cool drink and enjoy another excerpt from my sassy book "Next Time Lucky": 

Gerard and his Kalashnikovs
The new Cherie, the girl out for a good time, was having a difficult start.  It was high time to have some fun on the dating front.
With my next prospect, I ventured even further afield and was somewhat bolder and naughtier.  It wasn’t long before I found Gerard.  He was a German businessman, hailed from Mauritius, an island approximately 12 kilometers off the southeastern coast of Africa, east of Madagascar.  Mark Twain had said about the island that Mauritius was made first and then heaven, and that heaven was copied after Mauritius.
Sounds like the world is your oyster on the net, I thought.  Take your pick! My dreams of the Indian Ocean, blue skies, and an enchanting, tropical island in the sun might just come true after all.  I’ll click for that.
Blonde, tall, nice smile, interested in sailing and mountaineering, good conversationalist, motor bikes, horse riding, praying in old churches, his dogs, Kalashnikovs (hello?), books, PCs, and flying.  Yes, another pilot, please.  There was no end to his hobbies; a man curious about life, sentimental, quick to fall in love and easy to fall in love with.

“What are you doing in Ireland?” He asked via email.  My background made him curious and a few additional photos got him hooked.  He told me that he liked my style, both the way I wrote and the way I dressed.
From day three onwards there was a flurry of daily emails.  He had lured me into his net.  When I woke up in the morning, my first port of call would be my mailbox to see whether there was news from Gerard.  There always was. 

“Do you speak French because you will need it here?”
“Oui! I studied it at university for a couple of semesters.”

“Gerard, I couldn’t sleep last night.  I was so wired after your email.  I lay in bed and looked at the stars.  I have fluorescent stars on my ceiling, that is.”
“Well, you wouldn’t have slept with me being there either, Cherie…”
He was thinking of me all the time, daydreaming, and fantasizing.  “You are my type of girl…independent, attractive and intelligent…and tall.  What are your feelings, Cherie?”
“I think I am falling in love!”
“Isn’t that an uplifting, noble feeling? Overwhelming, empowering, and always fresh and exciting?”
“I keep checking the PC several times during the day to see whether there is mail from you.  And to reassure me that you do exist.” Oh Gerard!
 

to be continued....