You're standing at the bar talking to the hostess of the party. All of a sudden the door opens and a very poised, dashing and debonair man rushes in; he's not walking. He moves with a very confident gait. The most outstanding thing you notice about his appearance is his red suit jacket. His eyes are flashing as he quickly surveys the room. Immediately, like radar, he sees you. You get the distinct feeling that you are no longer a woman but the center target on a dart board. He pushes his way through the crowd to the bar. He walks right up to you and enters into the conversation that you have been having with the hostess. Luckily for him, he knows the hostess who introduces him to you by saying, "Everybody knows Andrew".

He drags you out on the dance floor, ignoring your protests. He spins you around and tells you that you're the woman he's been looking for: "you're a perfect fit in my arms." You're stunned and amazed. He continues to spin you around the room until the music finally pauses. He walks off the dance floor with you and tells you he'll get you a drink. You didn't ask for a drink; you don't even drink. You sense that he needs to be in control of the situation. You look for the nearest exit. He follows your eyes to the door and suggests that you both leave- together-right Now! "I've got some great videos and a water bed at my penthouse apartment," he gleefully announces.