**How We Met**
I caught the attention of an extremely attractive guy at a bar in Queenstown, New Zealand that served Long Island iced teas out of tea pots. He looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model with his tall, athletic physique, dark spiky hair, preppy polo, perfect bone structure, and sensual lips.
It was my first time out of the U.S. by myself (I joined a tour for 20 somethings once I landed in NZ), and I had no idea that my country’s version of dancing was considered risque in other cultures. There I was, doing my thing, when this group of guys congregated around me like I was some kind of one-woman-show. I saw Mr. tall, dark, and handsome in the gang of spectators, brought him off the dance floor and over to a table, shamelessly flirted for a bit, then asked him if he wanted to take a walk.