It was "Last Call" on Fat Tuesday in a bar in San Luis Obispo. They were the only two left on the dance floor besides the band. Her curiosity peaked when she saw him in a purple shirt and was impressed that not only could he keep rhythm, but look damn good doing it too. He knew he looked damn good doing it. They naturally danced their way to each other and shared the last dance of the night. It was time to leave and her friends pulled her away to go to an after party. They hadn't exchanged names, let alone a "Hi". Only smiles that two people who were smitten could share in a loud room. Later on that evening at the after party, she magically appeared and descended down the stairs. Neither one anticipated that the other would be at the same party. They immediately struck up a conversation about how soft and comfy his fuzzy jacket was. He had to leave, but did not want to miss an opportunity to see her again. Neither of them had their phones or a pen and paper. He asked, "May I have your number? I will remember it." She was skeptical, but gave him her number. He called the following Friday.