It turned out that Colin was everything Victoria had hoped and more. He was warm, very approachable, a flirt and every bit as handsome as he was on film, even more so. He looked a lot younger than his age of twenty-three, probably around nineteen or twenty. She was still a little concerned about how he treated the young girl he had been talking to before Victoria was introduced to him. She couldn’t help but wonder if she would be next to being swept off her feet and then dumped at the last minute.
She was real nervous about dancing with him, but she was glad that she had been practicing. She had even enrolled in a dance class to learn a few new dance steps. Colin was naturally a fabulous dancer and Victoria found herself actually keeping up with him. He made a comment about her dancing ability and she silently mused how he would have a good laugh if he knew she had been practicing just for him.
She was floored when he though she was his age, maybe two years older. Poor guy! She hated to burst his bubble and let him know that she was an “older woman” of thirty-one. But he acted like that didn’t bother him at all. And to top it off, no models were on his arm tonight. It seemed as if God had indeed worked this out for her. Needless to say, they had a wonderful evening and carried on a great conversation. His friends that accompanied him that evening were friendly, but immature. Victoria was amazed at how mature he seemed in comparison, but then realized Hollywood had probably forced him to grow up quick. She knew that sometimes circumstances like that can turn on you and turn you into an idiot, but not so with Colin.
Standing to one side of the bar as Colin took a long drink of an Absolute and cranberry juice cocktail, he asked, “Now, why are you all the way over here in Los Angeles? How long are you staying and where?”