I stepped off the elevator on the top floor of The Palms Casino Resort in Las Vegas and entered the intimate foyer of Alize restaurant. An Adonis, alternatively known as Vin Armani, my straight male companion, was standing there smiling, and exclaimed, “Wow.” He said, “Alana, it’s so nice to meet you,” as he hugged me hello and kissed my cheek. He felt good. Well, then, I felt good. Plus, he smelled good. Oh boy, the vibe started already.

As we walked to our table, I felt a pitter-patter rush of excitement. Vin sensed I was rattled. He humbly said he was flattered and playfully asked whether he had my permission to soothe my nerves. I (eagerly) granted it to him.

My straight male companion, Vin Armani, is smoking hot. He exudes this aura of healthfulness and mindfulness. I also learned that he embraces a Zen approach to life. Vin is tall and buff (but lean-buff) just like in his photos. As for Vin’s style, I could not even explain it except to say it looked effortless, like he merely pieced it together and only incidentally looked like he could pose for a magazine shoot at any moment. Seriously, if I had worn an ensemble like his I would have undergone a “closet tantrum,” experimenting with every possible combination and tossing clothes off the hangers in a hot mess just to attempt the look. You can sense Vin is innately aware of whether to tuck or untuck his shirt and knows exactly how many buttons he should fasten or leave undone. Let’s just say, he was ever-so-slightly revealing while leaving enough to my imagination. Something about his “rocker-esque” belt buckle and other edgy style details told me that he knows he is smoldering material. He rocked the image even more as he casually sported a subtle Alexander McQueen-type chain around his neck and chest. This definitely amped up his “edgy & mysterious” factor even more. I have to admit it.

Vin Armani asked me why I came to Vegas. I said I was there on a getaway. He asked what I sought to escape. I paused and got teary-eyed. I did not exactly know the answer to his question but melted at the experience of somebody being so curious to ask. I felt reassured by the fact that someone cared about my intentions. Vin helped me to relax. So I did. More. And more. Quickly, I became extremely comfortable and started opening myself up to Vin and even confessed to him! I laid all my proverbial chips on the table while he looked me in the eye. I almost got too distracted and coy to continue.

While I planned to order the grilled Hamachi fish, my dear straight male companion, Vin, was planning to order the same thing. He said I should feel free to pick something different, instead, on his behalf so we could taste some of each other’s. Mmmm. I liked that. During our beautiful dinner, he gracefully fed me a bite of his delectable cuisine (like a groom who feeds his bride a bite of her wedding cake)! Yum yum. I felt my heart flutter because he gently took control and then cordially gave me the reins as he entrusted me to choose for him.

We talked about the anthropology and biology behind women’s and men’s roles in life. We are both fascinated by that kind of discussion. Vin is a major thinker. With someone as curious and analytical as Vin, you may predict he would be a very cocky guy. But no, he’s ssooo relatable! He smiles readily and reveals an engaging expression on his face like he’s open to hearing anything.

Vin Armani exudes an uncanny honesty. He’s willing to commit to his preferences. He is not a politician-type who tries to please everyone and he is not a mister know-it-all like so many guys are. This straight male companion it at peace with himself yet clearly continues to push himself toward excellence. His ease with himself attracted me to him further because it conveyed that he is genuine.

Vin Armani totally understands women. I know it seems weird that a guy who is so, well, chiseled and masculine, could feasibly grasp the female psyche. But he does! I’ve never felt so understood.

He even noticed something about me that I hadn’t observed in myself, which was such a turn-on. Apparently, at one point earlier during dinner he could see my “mind go to a different place.” I realized he was right. When he mentioned it, I remembered that my mind had, in fact, drifted into fantasies about him. I was so concerned that I had possibly offended him by neglecting our conversation. He assuaged my concern and comforted me. He said my headiness only lasted for a few seconds and that it was sexy because it was so earnest. He paid such close attention to me that he read my body language.

At sunset, Vin, stood up from his chair and came behind mine. He loosely draped his arm around my shoulders as he pointed something out to me. He directed my attention outside the picture window which boasted a panoramic view of the city and desert. He pointed to the setting sun. He said that we should watch it together. He noted that the entire Vegas vista, including the deep-colored mountains, the shiny tall buildings, and the colorful Strip, would morph into a gilded expanse over the next few minutes. I foolishly joked that we sat on the cusp of a “golden opportunity.” He indulged my poor attempt at humor by seductively saying, “We do, we totally do,” while running his fingers through my hair. Vin was in safe command standing behind me.

Vin Armani, the straight male companion, is a quintessential man and person. He evoked feelings of mine which everyone should get to savor at some point in their life. I’m enriched because of connecting with him. Vin left a beautiful, lasting impression on me.