We're starting this story in Dallas, TX. It was springtime and the guys and gals were found mingling in West End. Will and his wingman Jack were right there escorting two ladies who were in Dallas for the same conference. Jack had sex before checking out - Will didn't, by design. This is mentioned because Will was always willing but this trip he got the signal that he'd have to scheme to make it happen and he was unenthralled, ergo unlaid. Flash forward to next spring and the same two guys, Will and Jack are back at the conference, this time in Buckhead, GA and the phone rings in Will's room with Jack on the other end asking "do you remember a Rhoda from Dallas?". Will hangs up unwilling to get dressed and go downstairs to cover Jack's back as he checks out this gal who called him and flirted openly to get him to the lobby. Turns out Rhoda was a ruse and the gal making the call was Jillian who heard about Jack from the lady he trysted with last spring in Dallas. Later the next night in a meat market/singles bar across from the hotel, Jillian was underwhelmed by Jack but felt some spark from his buddy, Will. The conversation led to dancing and the dance was symbolic of what was to become a journey of love for both Jillian and Will - a love with no edges, a love that was divinely ordained. It almost didn't happen but in spite of business getting in the way, a husband and a wife in the picture and over 2000 miles separating their homesteads, this was the start of life that we can only dream about, Thank you, Dallas