Once upon a time during the hot summer months of Las Vegas, the summer winds of what translated to be both the most memorable & destined Memorial Day weekend 2013 of both our lives. Or what we thought at the time was a fun filled weekend or what is considered to be your basic, but normal three day holiday weekend in Viva's Las Vegas. Sin City widely known to most a conundrum if you will? Not your typical city of romance, not the Paris "The City of Lights," not a Bacari In Tuscany nor Florence where you occasionally enthrall in alluring conversation over a bottle of nice vino. Not even in a beautiful eclectic bar in NYC upper east side, nor a sun-setting California evening with a nice sensuous breeze with beautiful blissful views of Malibu or the Hollywood Hills in the foreground. Okay? There I go again rambling, being a Romanticist. Painting a vivid picture of what should have indeed been appropriate for such an occasion to find your soul mate but unfortunately was not. Enjoying the day with family and friends over at The Day Club where one would lease expect to find the love of my life of all places. I was told to put additional guest on the guest list that day for the day club of which was no problem, and that they were arriving late. As the fun elevated, the extra guest walked in, one of those guest being Indya, The woman of my dreams although she didn't know it yet at that time. Proceeding unto the rest of the weekend we slowly begun to conversate and engage with each other more and more that evening, opening ourselves to one another. Every event that I planned that Memorial Day weekend I made sure Indya was apart of. To further our conversations, interest, & intrigue. Step by step getting to know her better, making every attempt to shoot my shot with the attempt to draw her close before she left back to L.A. and for what I knew at the time , out of my life and back to hers. Little did I know that she would bring me back home, & we never looked back since.