My younger sister arranged for our family to go on a vacation to a dude ranch in upstate New York. I, to this day, don't know why she chose a dude ranch, but I obliged, begrudgingly. On the first day of our stay, my mother told me she signed me up for one of the events the ranch was hosting in the lobby. When she told me it was ballroom dance lessons, I laughed and told her that I wasn't interested in that activity. She kept insisting that I would love it since she just came from the lobby and thought I'd really enjoy myself. I'm sure I did a few eye rolls, but I got ready and walked down to the lobby. When I turned the corner, this tall, very handsome, young guy was standing there near the dance instructor going over steps. He turned to face me, smiled, and asked if I'd like to dance. He introduced himself, told me it was nice to meet me, and then we did the foxtrot. In my mind, I kept telling myself I'd have to thank both my little sister and my mother for coaxing me into being there. All I kept telling myself was "he's so hot!" The rest is history!