I’m dancing with this totally cute guy from Australia at the club last night, when Matt intervenes. It was like one of those moments out of an old movie where the guy spots the girl he wants, watches creepily for a few minutes, approaches and asks to cut in; while the other man makes a confused face, but raises his arms in surrender and walks away.

Even though I knew he’d be there at the club, I was still surprised to see him. He wore tight, black, vintage Levis, some black vintage boots and a white dress shirt, with sleeves rolled to his mid-forearm and a black skinny tie. He had a leather headband around his forehead over his shaggy hair. It was so 60s—so rock star and so…sexy!

He complimented my yellow Club Monaco dress. As I turned my cheek and smiled in flattery, I noticed a group of girls sizing me up by the bar. They turned away and laughed when they saw me notice them. It really didn’t bother me. I was wearing a hot dress, with amazing shoes, and dancing with the hottest man in the club. I’d be jealous of any girl I saw dancing with Matt!

It was still early in the night when we started dancing. We only danced for a song or two before he whispered that he wanted to get out of there. Yes!

I wanted to talk to him and, as you all know, it’s impossible to have a conversation in a club with intensely loud music. So, we left.

He opened the car door for me and we drove off in his vintage red Mustang. Vintage.  We drove up to Yogurtland—a type of Pinkberry, but better. I got strawberry and vanilla wafer yogurt, topped with fresh strawberries and blackberries. So tasty! He paid for mine—very gentlemanly.

It was really a nice evening. I felt comfortable with him. He apologized for not contacting me in awhile. Apparently his mother had fallen very ill. I had no idea!

After telling me about his mother…his voice faltered. “You wouldn’t want to go to a charity ball for breast cancer, would you?” Of course, I agreed to go.

I’m sad that his mother couldn’t go because I’m sure it was very important to her, but I am honored to go in her place. I’ve got this great emerald green Versace gown that is perfect for this type of occasion. Plus, I think I might sell it afterwards and donate the money to the charity!