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Louisvile, KY, after an 18 hour drive in my 'vette (Che'vette) for a residency interview. He turned around in his seat as I scuttled in, a couple of minutes late due to downtown traffic and shitty directions. He rally was tall and dark and slim. I was busty and blonde. Yes, we locked eyes, but I thought it was only me. 10 hours later, after the interview process wound it's way down, he never made it back to his hotel room. He was Lebanese-French-American, and I can't remember his name, but the sex had me clutching at the headboard for support and he left me with a poem on the pillow when he departed before dawn. Omar Sharif, I call him, and the best one-night stand.