I was surfing the internet one night and stumbled across an ad for an \u201cUpscale Party\u201d to be held in New Orleans for the New Year. We had just returned from New Orleans from a business conference in October that my boyfriend was required to attend. Although I have traveled many places around the world, I never made it to New Orleans. Here I am, visiting one of the most sexually charged cities in the world, not just once, but twice within a year and only a couple of months apart from each other. If you ever spent time in New Orleans, you will understand what I mean when I refer to it as a sexually charged city. If you don\u2019t, continue to read the various chapters of this story. During my perusing on the internet, I came across an ad that was promoting a very formal Black Tie and Lingerie ball. I have to admit the \u201clingerie\u201d part intrigued me the most. As I read through the details of the party, I immediately realized that it was a venue that I would like to attend. That evening I presented the idea to my boyfriend, who within seconds thought it would be fun to do. He tried to be as casual as possible not to sound too eager in wanting to go. I contacted the event host to see if we could get our names onto the guest list. We heard back from the organizer, who we will call \u2018George\u2019, and the first step in the authentication process prior to approval required, a response email which included a full length G rated photo. I now knew, the criteria on physical appearance was on top of the list. I had no worries. They didn\u2019t call my boyfriend and me the \u201cHollywood couple\u201d for nothing. I was feeling a little tinge of excitement as I was digging through my mounds of photos. Once I found the perfect photo, I quickly sent through the photo to George. I was hoping he wasn\u2019t going to delay his response. Like an overly anxious child who asks her parents over and over again if they are at their destination during a long journey, I kept asking myself: \u201cwhen will he respond?\u201d Then I started to create crazy scenarios in my mind. The longer it took to get the response, the more unlikely we would be approved to attend. However, if the response was less than a few hours, he was confident in his decision. I knew I was not being rational. Lucky for me, the response came through within a few hours. We were approved.