You made sure to pack a little black dress for such a night out. Hair and make up done. You can't help but feel fantastic from a day of sun.

You get to the restaurant and approach the host stand.

We'd like 2 for dinner please

The maître d' pauses, gives you the once over. A wry smile curls. He grabs two menus and hands them to the young attractive hostess helping him work the front.

Take them to table 22, he tells her and then turns to you.

Ladies we have a wonderful table for you right on the dance floor. Your waiter will be Michael tonight. I'm sure he'll take extra special care of you. Enjoy your evening.

Michael approaches. He greets you with professional decorum. He's sharp, quick-witted, and easy on the eyes. Every interaction is on the up and up. He makes recommendations. Serves you wine, which is delicious. In a subtle way his charm becomes progressively friendlier as the night goes on, not that you mind. You feel pampered.

After dinner service, a saxophonist joins the piano player and the music kicks up. A few songs play. It is pleasant. You've switched from wine to a vodka and cranberry. Seemed appropriate.

The pianist announces the owner Andres is going to come out and sing La Vie En Rose. All the patrons cheer and spin their white linen napkins as he sings. Its a hilarious spectacle and the atmosphere has shifted. Did this just become a French Cabaret? The band starts playing Abba. People dance. Its a full fledged party - like being at a wedding or on a cruise ship during the 1970s.

Andres is floating around the crowd gesturing like a mischievous satyr charming guests. He saunters over to your table and motions for your waiter to approach.

Michael! What is wrong with you! These are beautiful young ladies and you have not danced with them yet!

Andres takes you by the hand and although a little stunned, you allow him to lead you a few steps to Michael who takes over in dance. He clearly knows how to lead and your following becomes effortless. You feel his arms and chest by happenstance of the interaction. His body is hard and muscular. He pulls you in close, you smell his cologne and it is amazing.

You've had a few drinks and Michael is whirling you around the dance floor like a child's doll. Your heart begins to race a little and feel a slight feint. It is wonderful. You hold on to Michael in safe surrender. You feel his body close to yours. The concept of time becomes momentarily blurred, but the song does end. You look up into his eyes.

You like our little supper club? Oh yeah it's like this every Friday and Saturday night. He smiles.

Michael walks you back to your table, pulls your chair and then pushes it back in as you sit. He gives you a sly wink as he walks away.

A few more songs and the night at the restaurant ends. Michael brings the check. You pay and he thanks you for coming to Dolce Vita this evening.

Amanda pipes in cutting off Michael's farewell.

Hey all the bars close on Sanibel at 11:30. So lame. Where can we go to have a few more drinks. Its too early for us to go back to the resort.

Michael tells you the closest, best place to drink is right off Island and is open until 2. He gives you directions, but you can't make any sense of them and you're not sure you want to drive the rental car off island while you are drinking. I don't know you say sounds like we'll have trouble finding that.

Well my friend Angelo and I are going there. Would you like to ride with us? We'll be happy to take you and Uber runs back to the island late no problem if you need that. He waives at his friend to come over, who looks like a young Matt Leblanc. Hi ladies. You have a good time tonight?

Amanda is looking at you with a beaming face smile. She clearly wants to go.