How did I come to be in Australia? This is my story. If you missed Part 1 last week you can find it here: My Australian Story – Part 1 – First Sight
Part 2 was supposed to be “We Meet” however the meeting becomes ordinary without the little details that make it extraordinary. I should never have been there. That club, that crowd, that city – it was never supposed to be that way – and it almost wasn’t. It was a series of small, seemingly random and unconnected events which pushed me into his arms.
It began with a student film. I didn’t even know her! Our two or three interactions had been limited to the strict structure of acquaintances who have no real desire to know each other. So when she asked me to be in her film – I was more than a little surprised. But how could I resist 
??
When the filming was finished I got ready to go. Mindless chit-chat during clean-up revealed a Vegas trip planned for that very weekend. It had been planned for weeks but her friend had just barely canceled. She was going to go anyway. Maybe I would like to come? It was my 26th birthday that weekend. Hmm … I had plans, a party and a date but in a very uncharacteristic whim I blew it all off to go to Vegas with a girl whose last name I didn’t even know.
Day and Night One – Our first day being – well – friends! A little hot tub time and dinner out on the town! Our first pictures together – EVER! [March 2008]
The next day we went to the mall (of course we did.) We’d been shopping for HOURs – it was time to go back to the hotel for more hot tub time. Sheryl asked, “Do you want to go down that way? There’s nothing down there.” It was true. I looked at her and said, “No – there’s just a Gap. I hate the Gap.” We started to walk away.
“Well,” I stopped. “Actually … I’ll be right back.” She looked at me like I was crazy and I walked to the end of the level and stopped. Maybe I was crazy. There was nothing there except for a Gap – we already knew that. I hate the Gap. I wasn’t going to go inside of the Gap. I hate the Gap. So what the H.E. double was I doing? Nothing I guess. So I stood there looking very solitary for a moment wondering what my deal was and then I turned around and began walking back to Sheryl.
“Miss!” someone yelled after me – he had just come out of the Gap. I stopped and waited for him. “I saw you from inside the store and had to come talk to you. I’m the VIP Host at Body English. I’d love to have you come out to our club tonight. Here’s my card.”
“Oh. Ok cool thanks. I’m not sure what we’re doing tonight but …”
“We’re hosting an MTV special tonight. You should come. Just come to the VIP line and I’ll take care of everything.”
Body English? We’d never heard of it. I put his card in my purse and we forgot about it. Plus we had promised to meet one of my girlfriends from Vegas at Club Tryst – Body English just wasn’t in the cards.
That night as we were ghetto-ing it up for the club the GF called and canceled. Hmm … now what? We had VIP passes to a couple places… Maybe we SHOULD give Body English a go? After all, we wouldn’t have even had the VIP card if I hadn’t been a freak and stood all alone doing nothing for no reason at the end of the mall where there was nothing but the Gap. I hate the Gap.
We arrived just as the club was at maximum capacity. But lucky for us – because the guy had scouted me we were put at the front of the line and they closed the line behind us. 2 minutes later and we would have been out of luck. And it was there, crowded and enmeshed in a throng of people that I locked eyes with HIM for one quick moment – and then he was gone.
Next Week – My Australian Story – Part 3 – Our Dance
and I’m learning to say “no” to those now. But while I’m learning to say “no” I think it’s important that I still keep the “yes” alive. I’ve kind of gotten off track with that too.