Last night I fulfilled my ultimate fantasy: my guy broke down and took me out for dinner and dancing, at the Top of the Mark no less! It was such a thrill, I wore my little black dress and strappy heels, even a garterbelt and stockings underneath (one of his conditions) we were seated at a little table with a spectacular view of the city lights, and after cocktails (manhattan for him, cosmo for me) and a light supper the music started. I thought it would be difficult to dance the woman's part but he is a wonderful dancer and once we got out there I just let myself go and let him lead the way, following him felt so natural as he held me close. The wall behind the piano player is all mirrors, and I couldn't take my eyes off our reflection as we twirled around the dancefloor. It's a memory I'll cherish forever.