Let Me Introduce You

I want to introduce you to somebody but let me start by beginning with our first encounter back in October '07.

It begins like this:
I am newly single dancing it up at Club Tao in Las Vegas. Feeling free and content with my new status for the first time since the break-up 3 months prior to a boy who thought he was a man. I'm not on the prowl, not looking for a guy to dance with or buy me a drink. I just feel great dancing on the platform overlooking the sea of dancers on the dance floor and happy I am not one of them squished amongst the sweaty club goers like a sardine in a can. I am there with one of my best girls, her man and some other people I do not know. We have a VIP table and everyone is socializing and doing their thing; full glasses of liquor in their hand, a cig dangling precariously and forgotton from the fingertips of their other hand as they scream into the ear of the person next to them and attempt a conversation over the pumping music. I am avoiding it all, even the liquor, my buzz is still lingering from dinner and besides I hate waking up sick. I am a morning person and love my workouts.
Tonight I am up on the dance platform dancing like its nobody's business, minding my own business and loving every moment of it. I am free, single and a damn good catch.
Out of no where one of the bouncers approaches me and yells into my ear that there is someone at another table that has requested my presence. I tell the bouncer "No Thanks, I am good where I'm at" he looks at me curiously and asks if I am sure? It's obvious that it doesn't happen very often that a girl would turn down the opportunity to meet some guy willing to throw down a few grand for a VIP table for a couple hours at one of vegas' hottest clubs. And apparently I can't either, because as he begins to walk away, confused and shaking his head I reach out to grab his shoulder. I am not sure why I did it, its so not like me to do things like that but I am single now and this is what being single is all about, right? Meeting new people and putting yourself out there? And besides my best girl is busy with her guy so I tell the bouncer "okay".

He lifts me up and over the dividers seperating the VIP tables and carries me over to where I have been requested like a waiter would serve a drink to his guests.
As he plunks me down, I scan my new group of "friends" and I suddenly regret my decision. It's a group of 4 or 5 guys one of which is sucking face to the point of intercourse with a girl whose face I cannot see. My first thought is to turn and walk away. No one is dancing and everyone is just standing around with expressionless faces. I look longingly over to my table but there is no one looking my way, no one to send my secret SOS signal pleeing for a sly action that would release me from my current situation.

Oh well, I hate being rude so I stay and begin to move my hips to the beat of the music determined to make the best of my situation until I can make a clean getaway without anyone noticing.
Before long one of the quiet boys approaches me, his name is Tucker. I tell him mine and we begin to dance and attempt a conversation. The typical "where are you from" - we find out we are both from California, "what are you doing here" - work related, etc. We begin to dance with the beat that is cursing through our bodies, moving closer and closer until our hips meet and our bodies are so close they become one. We stare intently into each others eyes, never taking them off the other. We are no longer attempting small talk, what's the point? Suddenly we are kissing passionately, feverishly, intensely. Our kisses are perfect, no awkward teeth knocking or slobbering as we meld into one.

The moment of it overwhelms me and I push away from him, disappearing through the crowd, leaving him standing there, wondering. What just happened?! I make a be-line for our table grabbing my best girls hand along the way as I push and pull us through the crowd and into the sanctuary of the ladies room. I tell her what just happened. "Calm down" she says "Have fun, go with it!" hmmmm that's a new concept relax, have fun? I think I can do that ? ? So we make our way back to our table and I begin to dance again. The DJ is doing his job well and every song is better then the next, I can't stop dancing, I am having an amazing time. I look over to his table, Tucker is typing feverishly on his BB. The moment has passed and I see no reason to go back so I stay where I'm at, happy and content.

Just then one of the other quite boys from his table approaches me, "Do you know who that is" No. "That's one of the biggest Producers in Hollywood!" Oh. I can't help but giggle and roll my eyes. Boys can be so silly, do they really think these lame stories get the girls? The nerve of this Tucker boy to send over his friend to sell himself to the girl. heehee Tucker's friend having accomplished his task walks back over to their table. I dance a few more songs but can't stop laughing to myself, I have to call this guy out on his lame attempt to get the girl. So I walk over to where he is sitting on the couch still typing into his BB. I put my hand on the sofa behind him and lean down. I yell into his ear over the screaming of the music I can't believe you had your buddy come over and talk you up to me. You're hilarious! You don't have to be some Hollywood Producer for me to want to dance with you. Tucker is just staring at me "What? I didn't tell him to go over there." Sure you didn't, I think to myself as I straighten up and begin to walk away. Tucker stands "hey where are you going?" - we begin to dance again. As the night wears on I tell him that if he's looking for a girl to take back to his room he would be better off picking another girl in the club cause I won't be going back to his hotel with him. I'm not that kind of girl despite what he might of been hoping our kiss was leading to.

We dance until the lights come on. My best girl and her boy are ready to go back to their room. I look at Tucker, he's not ready to call it a night so I tell my girl I'll be up to my room later.

Tucker and I walk out of the club and into the flashy, dinging chaos of the Casino. He pulls a couple hundred out of the "money" machine for me to play the slots. Definitly not a big time Hollywood producer - a couple hundred??? Please.
20 minutes later after the slot machine sucked up the last of the dollars I glance down at my phone, it's 5:46 in the early morning, I tell Tucker it's been fun, but I need to get some sleep. He walks me back to my elevator. We kiss again, talk & laugh in the alcove for at least an hour as people exit the elevators refreshed from a good nights sleep and on their way to a breakfast buffet of grease, grease and a stomach ache. I finally take the elevator up to my room ALONE. While still in the elevator I get a txt: I'm happy I met you tonight. Goodnight.

And so the story begins...