In August 2001 Marla and I began our cruise trip apart.  In August 2002 we began our Same Time Next Year cruise holding hands.  Deeply in love, we referred to this as our Anniversary Cruise.  This past year had been wonderful.  We argued about everything under the sun, but always in jest.  Bickering and teasing was second nature to us.  However, there was one thing Marla and I always agreed on:  We were married from the moment we met on Cinderella Night one year ago. 

Although I had been preoccupied with my new romance during the 2001 trip, it did not escape my notice that cruise trips and dance students fit together like a glove.  SSQQ guests were able to dance to their heart's delight virtually round the clock.  Dance lessons in the morning, live band by the pool in the afternoon, evening dancing in the Atrium, three dance venues to choose from after dinner, and the Disco stayed open till the wee hours of the morning.   Our students delighted in all the compliments they got from other guests.  Even the average dancers had their day in the sun.  Overlooked at home, imagine the thrill of having people to stop to watch them dance on board.  

Word of mouth from the 2001 trip was so positive, it created a groundswell of interest towards repeating our summer cruise trip in 2002.  Marla and I were more than happy to oblige.  Our 2002 trip took place aboard the glamorous Royal Caribbean Rhapsody.  This ship was new to Galveston.  Switching from Carnival to Royal Caribbean had been Marla's idea.  What a great idea!  Although our total of 86 guests was down slightly from last year's total of 100, no one complained.  On the contrary, everyone applauded Marla.  We all agreed the Rhapsody was a huge upgrade over last year's ship.

We attributed the drop-off to the higher price tag.  Why the higher price?  Two reasons.  For one thing, this trip was 7 nights as opposed to 4 nights last year.  In addition to three extra nights at sea, our new ship was far superior to the piece of junk we sailed on the previous year.  We gasped the moment we arrived.  The Rhapsody was absolutely beautiful.  The verdict was unanimous.  This ship was worth every extra penny. 

THE 'SHALL WE DANCE' LOUNGE

THE 1930'S BIG BAND ERA

What I enjoyed most about the Shall We Dance Lounge was the chance to relive the glorious Big Band Era of the past.  The 1937 film Shall We Dance was so enticing that an entire generation had decided to embrace Swing Dancing.  I was so transfixed by the Big Band dance murals that I sat down and took time to better appreciate the artwork.  The pictures were drawn by British artist Barry Rowe, a man better known for his paintings of vintage race cars. 

The Swing Era was glamorized by the legendary Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.  Films such as Swing Time and Shall We Dance featured the dancing of Astaire and Rogers plus the Swing music of George and Ira Gershwin.  The music and dancing in these movies captured the magic of the Big Band Era and spread it far and wide.  The Astaire/Rogers movies helped inspire the entire country to spend at least one evening a month dancing out on the town.

Long before Saturday Night Fever got America to try Disco, Shall We Dance had done something similar 40 years earlier.  It was amazing how a movie had the power to inspire an entire nation to try something new.  Back in the days of the Big Band Swing Era, an evening of dance became part of the cultural landscape.  Those were the days when dinner, dance and beautiful dresses were a customary way for American couples to enjoy an evening on the town.  The glamour and sophistication of Swing dancing became a regular part of American nightlife. 

Swing music was very complex.  It was played by large Big Band orchestras ranging from 5 to 10 to 25 pieces.  Over the radio, the music of bandleaders such as Benny Goodman and Glenn Miller rocketed Swing music to huge popularity.  However, Swing dancing was pretty much limited to large cities due to lack of television.  Once Astaire and Rogers sent images of the dancing countrywide, now everyone was hooked.  On the weekends, America enjoyed an evening of dancing to live Swing music played by bands in their own community.  Some people went to dinner clubs, others turned on the radio and rolled up the living room rug.

Although the Thirties and early Forties were the heyday of America's love affair with Swing Dancing, the Big Band Era actually started in the Twenties.  The emergence of Jazz music led to the Charleston which evolved into the Lindy Hop.  Lindy evolved into Swing, also known as Jive and Jitterbug.  In addition to Swing music, the bands played songs with different tempos which encouraged people to try Foxtrot, Cha Cha, and Slow Dance.  

FOXTROT DANCE CLASS

There's an old saying.  "Beware the man who praises liberated women.  He is preparing to quit his job." 

That is more or less what happened prior to the 2002 cruise trip.  Right from the start Marla took charge.  She decided to switch ships.  She decided to interface with the travel agent on seating arrangements and pairing up roommates.  She's the one who worked hardest at promoting the trip in person at the studio.  Totally in awe of Marla's salesmanship ability and her knowledge about travel, I decided to take a back seat.

It was sort of like raising kids where Mom and Dad have different strengths.  Sensing Marla was better at organizing a cruise trip than I was, our roles changed.  On land, I was in charge.  At sea, Marla did the planning while I adopted a Cruise Director role.  Worked like a charm.  I did not mind being second in command.  To be honest, our guests had no idea. Marla preferred I remain the public face of the team while she adopted a role best described as 'Power behind the Throne'.

For example, here at the morning dance class, I was in charge while Marla took a back seat.  On our previous trip I discovered how much our guests enjoy morning dance classes on sea days.  On Monday morning, close to 100 guests strolled into the lovely Shall We Dance Lounge.  Apparently a lot of people had stayed up late night on the first day of the trip.  Noting these people were dragging just as badly as I was, I had to grin.  The trip had just begun and everyone was already worn out.  I put on a C&W song.  This let everybody either sit for a moment or warm up to a Texas Twostep.

I marveled at the beauty of this dance lounge.  Nothing on last year's ship compared to the Shall We Dance Lounge.  I loved how the giant murals created the effect of returning to the wonderful era of Big Band Dancing.  They were an inspiration indeed.  Complete with a statue of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers at the entrance, the room was greatly enhanced by these testaments to sophisticated dancing.  I wistfully dreamed another era of Dance Elegance would return someday. 

As people greeted their friends, I had a wicked grin on my face.  I was planning an unwelcome surprise for everyone.  The Captain's Reception was scheduled to take place tonight.   In my role as de facto 'Cruise Director', I would do everything in my power to enhance this event.  So what horrible thing did I have planned?

Today's morning dance lesson would cover FOXTROT.   Due to Houston's love affair with Western dancing, Ballroom dancing had never caught on at SSQQ.  Given this group's distaste for Ballroom Dancing, I anticipated a lot of grumbling.  Why so?

People prefer to dance to music they enjoy listening to.  In Texas, that would be Country-Western. The tradition of Twostep and Polka was brought to Texas in the late 1800s by a tidal wave of German immigrants.  Legend has it that each family brought a Bible and a fiddle.  Dancing was so popular as a way for the far-flung communities to merge using weekend barn dances, people joked there was a fiddler hiding behind every bush.

Very few of my students knew this story.  They had no idea the Texas Twostep was a descendant of the German dance tradition which, incidentally, included a rudimentary form of the Foxtrot.  Given everyone's preference for Western dancing, why did I insist on teaching Foxtrot today?  Because tonight was the Captain's Reception featuring the ship's orchestra.  In order to make the occasion special, the orchestra was scheduled to play the Big Band Swing music of Glenn Miller and Benny Goodman. 

In addition, I expected to band to play Foxtrot classics such as the Benny Goodman song 'Moonglow'.   Although my students were excellent Swing dancers, very few of them knew how to Foxtrot.  Convinced there would be Foxtrot music played tonight, I decided to prepare them in advance.  Marla had reserved the Lounge for a two-hour workshop.  I would use this time to teach my students the fundamentals of Small Floor Foxtrot including the infamous Box Step and several variations. 

As expected, I was met with a lot of skepticism, especially from the men.  Jeff asked the first question.  "I thought Foxtrot was the same as Twostep only kind of snooty.  I was told Foxtrot used the same Slow Slow Quick Quick system as Twostep.  What you are teaching here is different.  The Box Step uses six steps instead of four.  Can you explain the contradiction?"

"That's a good question, Jeff.  There are two styles of Foxtrot.  One style travels in a circle around the floor.  That's the one you are thinking of and yes, it uses footwork similar to Twostep.  However, Small Floor Foxtrot stays in one spot on the floor.  Many dance floors are small which prevents traveling.  The Box Step allows all sorts of patterns to be danced in one spot."

"Why do we have to learn two different styles?" Jeff asked.

"Two reasons.  First of all, there are different speeds of Foxtrot music.  'Stomping at the Savoy', a famous Benny Goodman song, is fast enough to be danced as a Swing or a slow Twostep. 

But the real problem is that I expect the floor to be crowded tonight.  When people get in your way, the Small Floor version works better to Sinatra music such as 'The Way You Look Tonight'.  Plus there is another problem.  Tonight you will discover we are the only serious dancers on the ship.   However, that won't stop a few of the other guests from trying.  Typically the people who wing it will get in your way just like a broken-down car on the freeway.  In this case, you would be more at ease using Small Floor Foxtrot to avoid collisions."

Jeff persisted.  "But what if I want to use the Twostep instead of the Foxtrot?"

"Assuming no one gets in your way, go right ahead.  But I am warning you that the other dancers will not understand our tradition of traveling in a circle around the floor.  Foxtrot dancing is best described as 'Dodge-Em cars where everybody dances in random directions.  People will get in your way, I'm serious."

A guy named Ted raised his hand.  In a grouchy voice, he said, "This seems kind of complicated.  Why even bother learning it?  I think I'll just stick to Swing dancing and Twostep tonight."

A handful of men nodded agreement.  Due to their well-known resistance to Ballroom Dancing, they had no interest in learning a bunch of boring Box Step patterns.  Frowning to myself, these guys were in great need of attitude adjustment.  

Seeing me flounder, Marla spoke up.

"Take a look at these murals," she said.  The Thirties were the Era of Formal Dance.  Look how elegant the women are in their evening gowns.  Look how handsome the men are in their suits.  You guys need to figure this out.  Do you see the smiles on those the faces of those ladies?  Women like to be held.  Women like to dance gracefully to soft music.  In every picture, the men have their arm around the lady's back and they look terrific."

Ted countered, "We have our arm around the girls in Twostep."

Marla looked at me, so I took up the debate.

"I agree that today's Country Western dancing is fun and active, but certain music calls for a different style of dance.  Women screamed at Frank Sinatra because his music went straight to their heart.  Romantic music demands a style that combines intricate footwork and the ability to move gracefully.  It is not easy to look good dancing to slower tempos, but the upside is huge.  You have no idea how much our ladies appreciate a man who can lead a slow dance."

When I finished, there was still a lot of skepticism.  Sensing the uncertainty, Marla reinforced what I had just said.

"You guys need to listen to my husband.  Rick and I met on the dance floor of a cruise ship.  At the Captain's Reception, he lured me to the floor with Swing dancing, but later that night he captured my heart with a slow dance. The song was 'Stars Get in Your Eyes'.  Who knows, they might even play that song again tonight.  If you guys had the slightest idea the power a slow dance carries with a woman, you would be wise to learn Foxtrot."

The room got very quiet as the men mulled it over.  As the morning hung in the balance, Marla took charge.  "Come on, girls, speak up." 

The women laughed.  Taking their cue from Marla, every woman tapped the nearest man to them and gave them "The Look".  It did not matter if the man was single or married, he got the message.  "Happy Wife, Happy Life."  In a flash, the Great Foxtrot Revolt was over.  Thanks to Marla's intervention, there were no more objections.  The men knew exactly what Marla was getting at.  If there's one thing I like about men, they grasp the concept of enlightened self-interest.  Talk about Attitude Adjustment!  For the next two hours, the men learned Shadows and Sweethearts, Crossovers and Conversations, Parallels and Promenades. . 

The women were amazing.  Using coy smiles, gentle goading and large doses of encouragement, they coaxed the men to take this seriously.  I could not help but grin.   I have a theory that men a giant laboratory run by women.  Today my theory was validated.  Like it or not, our lab rats were learning to Foxtrot.  Some men were enthusiastic, some faked it, but they all cooperated.  By the time class ended, our men were masters of Small Floor Foxtrot. 

I was very proud of Marla.  Together we made quite a team. 

THE CAPTAIN'S RECEPTION

The Rhapsody's Captain's Reception was terrific.  Held in the lovely Shall We Dance Lounge, the event had all the trappings of splendor.  It featured a room decorated with murals from the Thirties Swing Era, wonderful Big Band music played by the ship's orchestra, a lavish buffet, and a beautiful dance floor.  In addition, everyone was dressed to the nines and looking good. Best of all, lots of free champagne!  It was pretty wonderful.  Right before our eyes, the elegance of the Thirties was reborn.

Why do they call it the Captain's Reception?  Because the Captain himself and his staff formed a greeting line at the entrance to the room.  Marla and I made sure to have our picture taken with the ultra-serious Captain Teige.  As I stood next to him, I smiled because I knew the Captain was in for a surprise tonight.  Thanks to the morning workshop, the stage was set for a very remarkable moment. 

After getting our picture taken at the entrance, Marla and I entered the room.  Wow, big crowd!  Never underestimate the power of free booze.  We estimated there were roughly 250 people in the room.  I could not wait for the music to start.   Sure enough, the moment the band struck up a tune, virtually every one of our 85 guests flocked to the floor.  Leaving little room for anyone else, our group dominated the floor.  And that is when the magic unfolded.  To the amazement of every person in the room, our ladies in their lovely gowns and our handsome men in formal attire brought the Lost Era of Formal Dance back to life.

The empty floor was instantly filled with 40 couples dancing fluidly to Benny Goodman's 'Stomping at the Savoy'.  Our couples looked great.  As the other guests at the reception watched in awe, the SSQQ dancers put on quite a show.  The audience was very confused.  Who are these guys?  Anyone who has ever been on a cruise knows the dance floors are rarely busy, at least not until the champagne kicks in.  But these dancers looked sober!  Imagine that.

It took me a second to decipher the perplexed looks.  Then I caught on that the people in the audience had no idea who we were.  Unaware that we were all together, their best guess was this had to be some sort of coordinated effort.  Stunned by the professional appearance of the dancing, the other guests concluded we must be members of the ship's crew trained to provide entertainment.  I laughed when I noticed that even the ship's staff was in shock.  Unlike the guests, the officers knew these dancers were not ship personnel, so they were just as confused as the audience.  Seeing their open mouths and wide eyes, oh how I wish I had remembered to bring a camera. 

There was no one out there but SSQQ dancers.  As I expected, the non-dancers were so intimidated by our dancing that they refused to participate.  And who could blame them?  Who wants to dance next to a pro?  As a result, our group had the floor to themselves.  Inspired by murals of the Big Band Era, they strutted their stuff like peacocks.  I could not help but smile and fantasize.  My friends were so good, it looked like they had mystically walked from the pictures on the wall out onto the floor. 

The Captain's Reception served as an exceptional reward for all their hard work back at the studio.  They were behaving like little ballet kids showing off at their Christmas recital.  There were very few beginners in this group.  Social Dancing is a skill that requires an element of time to perfect.  A dance cruise would be an exercise in frustration for a beginner, but not for these seasoned dancers.  Now that dancing was in their blood, they had been drawn to this trip for the chance to dance non-stop for seven straight nights.  In a sense, we had brought the varsity.  Their polish and skill were on wonderful display tonight. 

As I predicted, my morning Foxtrot workshop came in very handy.  When the Bobby Darin classic 'Beyond the Sea' came on, no one in the room knew quite what to do.  Even my own guests were confused.  Due to their Ballroom inexperience, the men were not sure what dance this song called for.  Confused, one of the couples saw me and asked for help.

"Hey, guys, this is a Foxtrot!" I cried.  "Use the Box Step!"  Unfortunately, the men were still hesitant.  Seeing their reluctance, Marla and I joined the group on the floor.  Once they saw us demonstrate the patterns from the morning workshop, the men suddenly caught on.  Tentative at first, they were tickled to discover the small floor Foxtrot material we had covered this morning worked perfectly to the tempo of the Bobby Darin song. 

Now that Marla and I had broken the ice, our leadership was no longer necessary.  Dancers like a challenge, so everyone practiced what they had learned in the morning dance lesson.  To their delight, this new Foxtrot material was more fun than they had expected.  For most of them, this was the first true 'Formal Dancing' they had ever tried.  They liked being dressed up.  They liked dancing to classy music.  Best of all, they liked being in each other's arms. 

As I danced with Marla, I looked around.  I could not help but wonder if anyone besides me noticed the Foxtrot being danced on the floor resembled the pictures on the wall.  It was the Reincarnation of the Big Band Era.  As I had envisioned, SSQQ had resurrected the Lost Art of Formal Dance. 

Next up was Glenn Miller's 'In the Mood', my favorite Swing song.  Apparently my students agreed.  Before the fourth note, 40 couples were Swing Dancing just like Fred and Ginger.  It was an impressive sight.  Did our dancers enjoy their status as stars of the night?  Yes, indeed.  It was a guilty pleasure to show off for this huge audience.  Gosh, even the Captain was watching.  This was a very proud moment for me.  The skill demonstrated by my students during the Reception was what I lived for.  I loved being a dance teacher.

Our guests were having the time of their life in the Shall We Dance Lounge.  You could see the joy on their faces.  They loved dancing to this music with all these passengers impressed by their ability.  We were there in force and we danced to every song.  At any given moment we might have anywhere from 20 to 40 couples on the floor.  Noting the smiles on the men's faces, I could see the light bulbs turning on.  They had just discovered there is a big difference between holding a girl at the breakneck speed of a Polka and holding her close in slow motion to a romantic song.  Sometimes men can be really stupid.  Any guy who learns to dance will NEVER be lonely again. 

As we danced, I was pleased to see how happy Marla was.  I could not have asked for a more wonderful night.  I was also very touched by the energy displayed by our dance group.  I felt so blessed to have Marla and these many friends in my life.  What an honor to have them choose to participate on our Same Time Next Year trip.  This was a very special moment for me. 

However, I was in a strange mood.  Not unhappy, but pensive.  Whatever was bothering me, I was sure I would figure it out soon enough. 

RETURN OF A DISTANT MEMORY

"The show takes place on a luxury ship like the Rhapsody.  Every week there are stories about different passengers who have romantic adventures.  Some of the stories are funny, some are touching, but the point is that love blossoms at sea with little effort.  The same thing happens at the studio all the time.  People are always getting meeting in dance class and falling in love.  SSQQ is Love Boat on Land and now it is a Love Boat at sea."

"So that makes me the Captain, right?"

"No, silly, we've already been through that.  When we are at sea, I am the Captain and you are the Cruise Director.  I plan the trip, handle the details and put you in charge of the fun.  Your job is to provide the entertainment."

Frowning slightly at being put in my place, I recalled the old line, "I am the Leader whenever my wife tells me I am."

Meanwhile, something Marla said brought back that nagging feeling.  In that instant a painful, long-lost memory from 27 years ago resurfaced.  And then another memory hit as well, very disconcerting indeed.  Shaken, I began a trip down Memory Lane. 

Seeing me in distress, Marla shook my shoulder.  "Rick, what's wrong?"

Snapped back to the present, I was a bit dazed.  After taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I looked at Marla. 

"I'm okay.  I just had a very weird vision, that's all."

Worried, Marla asked, "Can you explain what you saw?"

"Yes.  When you brought up the subject of Love Boat, a distant memory came flooding back."

"Will you share it with me?"

I nodded.  First I told Marla the story about Katie and how I went to counselor's office in search of a career. 

Marla said, "So this counselor told you to daydream.  What happened next?"

"I was dead set against this, but if Gaye thought it would help, I guess I would cooperate.  To my surprise, this exercise was tough for me.  I was dismayed to find I had steel-tight chains locked around my imagination.  I could only think of jobs like computer programming or selling audio/video equipment, occupations I had previously thought of.  However, I had little enthusiasm for either idea.  Besides, Gaye had ordered me to come up with something original.  Try as I might, nothing new came to me.  So I told Gaye I wanted to quit. It didn't work.  Gaye said, 'I'm in no hurry.  I'm doing paperwork, so take your time.'"

Marla smiled.  "So that's when you dreamed of being a dance instructor."

"No, Marla, that never crossed my mind.  In fact, nothing crossed my mind.  With my eyes still closed, I told Gaye I was stuck.  Gaye was tough.  She said I was not allowed to open my eyes till I came up with one new idea.  So I tried again.  I had my eyes closed for at least five minutes, probably longer.  Then out of nowhere a strange thought popped into my head.  I opened my eyes and told Gaye how surprised I was to have something come to me.  Gaye smiled. 'Wonderful.  What is your idea?'  I replied, "I want to be the guy who organizes the games and activities on a cruise ship."

Marla grinned.  "You're making this up."

"No, Marla, I am serious.  That is exactly what crossed my mind.  Gaye beamed at my accomplishment."

"What did she say?" Marla asked. 

"Gaye was proud of me.  'Good for you, Rick.  That's a great idea!  There are programs out there that offer the training you will need to pursue a position like that.  In fact, I think I have a brochure on just such a program.' 

At that point, Gaye opened a drawer and pulled out a series of pamphlets.  Although Gaye had embraced my idea, I quickly pooh-poohed it.  Shaking my head, I told Gaye to put the pamphlets back. 

Gaye was very unhappy.  'What's wrong?' she asked.

'I'm sorry, Gaye, but I refuse to go back to college.  After what happened to me in graduate school, I refuse to put my head back in that noose again.  I am sick of school.  No doubt I will run into somebody new who will tell me I talk too much and can't listen worth a damn.  Not only that, I am the last person to fill a job like Cruise Director.  This job calls for someone who is the life of the party, but that isn't me.  I'm a loner, the guy who never talks to anyone at parties unless they talk to me first.  I would not know the first thing about greeting people on a cruise ship.  I'm sorry, but the whole idea is crazy.  It is a total waste of time.'"

Marla asked, "Why did you dismiss her so readily?"

"Gaye tried to persuade me otherwise, but my mind was made up.  I was so bitter after what happened at Colorado State, I wasn't going back to school for any reason.  So my Cruise Director fantasy was quickly discarded.  I never gave it another thought until now."

Marla looked at me with curiosity.  "When did this take place?"

"27 years ago.  1975."

"So you are saying that 27 years ago you had the idea to become a Cruise Director, but you never pursued it."

"That is correct."

"And now you have activities planned for our guests every day and night of the trip.  Dance lessons, dance parties, Scavenger Hunt, Jigsaw Puzzle, Trivial Pursuits contest, Beach Volleyball.  Sounds like you found your calling.  So where do you suppose this idea come from back in 1975?"

"Beats me.  On the day I had my daydream in Gaye's office, I had never been anywhere near a cruise ship.  That is why I think this memory is very strange.  I knew cruise ships existed back in 1975, but that was the extent of it.  I was so overwhelmed with emotional problems related to being thrown out of graduate school, cruise trips were the farthest thing from my mind.  During my childhood, my mother was so poor we never took a single vacation.  Nor was I interested in the sea."

"Did you get the idea from all the fuss about Love Boat?"

"I don't think the show was even on yet.  When did Love Boat debut?"

"I think 1976, maybe 1977.  But your idea had to come from somewhere.  Maybe you saw a movie."

"I swear, Marla, the thought of cruise trips never crossed my mind, not as a child, not as a young adult.  My mother was poor.  We never went anywhere and Travel was not part of my fantasy life.  I have no idea where the 'Cruise Director' idea came from in Gaye's office.  That is why I think it is very strange that the fantasy came true anyway."

"What a funny coincidence.  You accidentally became a Cruise Director without even trying.  When was the last time you thought of that memory?"

"Oh, somewhere around the Twelfth of Never.  Once I dismissed the idea, it was gone.  But I did think at the time that this was a really strange idea.  Given my total absence of knowledge or interest in cruise trips back then, I could not imagine where the idea came from."

"And you did not have your dance career at the time."

"Correct.  I was just one year into beginner dance classes.  My dance career did not unfold till three years later, 1978.  I wonder why I forgot about this memory for 27 years"

"The way I see it, you forgot all about it because it was so preposterous given your current reality at the time."

"That is a good point, Marla.  At the same time, it is very strange that my dream in Gaye's office has played out like some sort of Prophecy.  I wonder if my deeper self knew there was a role in my future that my conscious mind was totally unaware of."

"You're not going to start that Fate stuff again, are you?"

I grinned.  "How did you guess?"

Marla rolled her eyes.  "You keep promising that we are going to talk about your interest in Fate on this trip.  When is that going to happen?"

"How about tomorrow night?" I answered.

"Excellent.  And while you're at it, I want you to explain to me what you mean by your Epic Losing Streak."

RICK ARCHER'S LIST OF SUSPECTED SUPERNATURAL EVENTS

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114

Serious

Predestination
Precognition

Suspicious

Coincidence
Telepathy

Suspicious

Coincidence

Ultra Serious

 Coincidence

Suspicious

Love is Blind
Cosmic Blindness

Serious

Suspicious

Love is Blind
Cosmic Blindness

Suspicious

Lucky Break
Coincidence

Suspicious

Soul Mate Concept