It was a hot, late summer, Saturday night in Washington, DC. Labor Day weekend was in full swing and had we known this evening would change our lives forever, it may very well never have worked out to begin.

You see, as funny as this may sound, Frank was embarking on what he thought was a blind date ... only not with Ellen. Our dear friends Matt and Lynn were setting Frank up with a date and on the agenda was salsa dancing at "The Papermoon" in Georgetown.

The girl was Jackie, a Bolivian WOMAN and when Frank arrived at Matt and Lynn's place he found not Jackie ... instead, Ellen and Blythe.  If he couldn't get a woman this night then there was no hope for the fellow, after many nights of exhausting blind dates - the odds were definitely in his favor tonight.  

Sure enough, it was love at first sight. "I was certainly surprised to see a hottie like Frank walk through the door," Ellen later was quoted having said.

Likewise, Frank's recollection of the apartment intro's was simply, "Wow, Jackie's quite attractive afterall!!" (Only it wasn't Jackie, it was Ellie)!

In all reality, it couldn't have worked out better. Both Ellen and Frank had no pressure to perform in a "date-setting" because they were not on a blind date together.    They could be themselves and have fun! And that is exactly what they did.   As the evening progressed, Jackie and Frank tried to have common ground, but there were no sparks.  Ellen on the other hand was planning her strategy to lure Frank in.

Ellen found herself trapped, dancing with a stranger ... a 45-year-old stranger who happened to be 6 inches shorter. And while "height doesn't matter", she instinctively turned to Frank and lipped the words, "Save Me" across the dance floor.

Lucky for Ellen, Frank's got great vision (20/20)! So ... goodbye Jackie, hello Ellen. Heck, it was midnight, but the evening had just begun. The two tore up the dance floor as Ellen showed Frank the moves.

It wasn't long before it was time to head home, and since Frank was the designated-driver for the evening, he was able to plan his next move.

"There was a certain level of strategy involved ... I dropped the rest of our friends off first, and made sure Ellen was the last stop that night," Frank said. "We exchanged phone numbers ... but no kiss. I had to save that for the right moment."

............... "The RIGHT moment??" Ellen later added. "It took that boy 3 dates (and 3-weeks) to finally give me the kiss I deserved!"