Iron Man: "The universe is too vast for aliens not to exist." Clark Kent: "Absolutely."

My first blog was simply pictures of people with their answers to questions like “Do you believe in true love?” or “Do you believe in aliens?” (According to my survey, people's level of faith was slightly in favor of aliens over true love.)

Then I was advised that my blog should be about me. So I started writing about my search for love and meaning. I created situations specifically for the purpose of blogging. Then stuff happened that was a lot more interesting than the stuff I set up. But that was private. So I tried to set up other stuff to write about.

I asked a speed dating acquaintance, for an interview about her speed dating experiences. She agreed but had to reschedule our chat due to overbooking. Looking for more inspiration, I arranged a morning meeting with my Law of Attraction friend, Cash. He wanted a tall iced decaf. While in line, I forgot what he asked for and got him a venti non-decaf.

“It was meant to be,” he said, when I offered to replace it.

When I first met Cash two years ago, I felt sure that he was a man who got what he wanted.

"How are things going?" I asked.

“I’m getting by," he said. "But sometimes I just want to kill myself.”

I wished I could think of something encouraging to say, but nothing seemed right.

“Why do you think the Law of Attraction isn’t working for you?” I asked.

“Because I’m not getting what I want,” he said.

Cash says he wants to win the lottery but perhaps what he really wants is to feel rich.

Oscar Wilde said, “There are two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants and the other is getting it.”

Many people say the anticipation of getting what you want is sweeter than actually getting it. Once you know it’s coming, that might be true. I guess it’s like true love or aliens. Believing in it is almost as exciting as experiencing it. But I think getting it is always better, because then one can allow oneself to want so much more.

When I arrived at Manhattan Center's Grand Ballroom for Sunday’s ballroom dancing lesson, I discovered that most of the participants were teenagers. Boys stood on the right side of the room while girls stood on the left. I joined three young-at-heart ladies, like myself, at the far end of the girl’s line.

Jin Sung Park, the husband of Reverend Moon’s daughter, In Jin Moon, introduced the teacher, Neal. In Jin Moon, Senior Pastor of the Unification Church, started these ballroom dancing classes hoping to teach young people how to relate to each other with respect and honor. I am no longer a member of the Unification Church, but these lessons are open to the general public.

“Remember,” said Neal, “we are taught not to eat of the fruit, not to touch, not to think, even in dreams. “

“You don’t want your first encounter with a girl to be awkward,” he said. “You want to be able to relate freely. The dancing here is beautiful and pure.”

The first dance was a waltz box step. When I got confused, the two ladies beside me eagerly showed me how to make a box shape on the ground with my steps.

Then Neal and his dance partner demonstrated how to lead into a turn. Later, one of my dance partners gently explained to me that this was not a spin, but a smooth walk taking six full steps to get back to square one.

“Sisters,” said Neal. “Trust your brothers. They are the greatest guys in the world. Give them a good time. They have to think a lot. You girls have it easy for the most part.”

Although the average age of my dance partners was 19, every time the teacher told us to change partners, a new, charming gentleman invited me to dance. Each one of my five partners was respectful, friendly and fun to dance with.

According to Unification Church theology, “Blessed Children,” who are born to couples matched by Reverend Moon, come into the world free of original sin and therefore are purer than the rest of us. I believe that all people are born “blessed.” But the sight of so many young people relating to each other in an apparently joyful and innocent manner was refreshing.

The young men invited girls to dance, led the dance and made conversation. The girls seemed delighted. It may be challenging to satisfy oneself with relationships that draw the line at touching hands when one’s peers are experimenting with almost limitless boundaries. But perhaps exploring the subtleties of romantic interplay first might lead to something richer in the end.

After the waltz, we learned the cha cha, a faster dance involving more turns and a sideways move called “the Manhattan.”

“As guys, we like to lead, to be a knight,” said Neal. “Through ballroom dancing, I felt a renewed sense of who I was. Ballroom dancing is an expression of heart.”