Lee found somebody to do my piece.

I'd just finished my morning classes when she called, telling me that she mentioned my name to a small dance troupe based out of a local college. The Artistic Director, some guy named Morgan, wanted to talk to me. She gave me his phone number.

I thanked her, flattering her with some kind compliments and promising her that if this worked out, I'd be forever in her debt.

She said that forever is a long time but since I promised...it would be better if I exercised my lips so that I could kiss her feet each time I saw her.

We hung up and I called this Morgan guy.

He said that from what Lee described, my piece sounded intriguing. He also told me that he was always looking for new choreographers but was interested in someone with more of an edge.

He told me that he could meet at 5:30 this afternoon.

I got Juliet to cover my one afternoon class and headed for Santa Monica.

I hopped on the freeway to get to the beach and realized I had made a mistake. It was bumper to bumper traffic. I switched on the car radio to find out what was causing this mess. I also pulled down the top so I could work on my tan.

The eagle eye traffic guy said that there was a tie up on the 10 just past Robertson.

I looked at the sign post. Robertson was only two miles away.

Forty-five minutes later I reached the tie-up.

Only thing was is that there was no tie-up. Traffic just opened up and began flowing smoothly. There weren't any fire or tow trucks. Hell, there wasn't even someone changing a tire on the side of the road or a cop giving out a ticket.

It was just LA traffic.

I got to the dance company's offices a half hour late.

"I'd given up on you," said Morgan, shaking my hand. He was tall, handsome, and had the most intense eyes I'd ever seen.

Since he was leaving to go grab dinner, I joined him.

We talked about everything. From music and dance to my beloved Knicks. It was like somehow I'd known him growing up.

There was this uncanny bond-- something I'd never felt with anybody else.

We were standing by our cars in the restaurant parking lot, saying good-bye, when he told me he'd like to schedule a time to see the piece, and if he liked it, to start rehearsals.

He patted me on my shoulder and took off.

It wasn't until I got into my car and turned on the ignition that I noticed I was slightly erect. Me, aroused? A straight man?