Dr Eve blogs about an experience that could have come straight as an object lesson out of her book, Ageing and Sexuality:
Her name was Joy. She wore a red dress. I was in a red dress. The other women wore black. It was New Year’s Eve, Miami. An evening of oysters, champagne and a burning desire to get home. I danced the night away. I met Joy over our red dresses and prawns. We exchanged names and the fact that we both have a love for dancing in that nameless, senseless place in which you know you can share a profound time together and will never see each other ever again. We danced together, we danced with our partners, but kept returning to dance together, two ageing women in their red dresses.
After we dutifully kissed our partners, with an understanding and few words, we both simultaneously slipped off our shoes and walked into the warm swimming pool in our red dresses – and swam and laughed. I felt the exhiliration, the freedom to express myself as I choose, to feel the joy in my body. With no words I kissed Joy farewell, knowing we had shared a special and unique evening and that was good enough. Dripping wet I jumped on the bus to return to the condo, pack and catch my plane home.
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