Ronette smiled as the big intro to "Baby, I Love You" began. She snapped her fingers, danced toward me, and sang, "Woah oh, woah oh-oh-oh!"

We held each other tight and danced and sang the lines back and forth to one another. I didn't know all the words, so a couple of times I just went, like, "Dooh-dooh, dooh-dooh, dah-dah."

Ronette wasn't having it! She went to the phone and started the song again. We danced and sang to it again, and she coached me. Oh, damn, I was dating an actress. We had to rehearse! She was going to make sure I knew my lines and did the dance steps right and all that. I didn't see that coming. I wasn't so sure how I felt about her trying to turn me into a song and dance man, but I went along with it because I loved her so much.

Have you ever had a perfect moment in your life? I will remember that night forever. Intense waves of emotion rushed through me as we danced. I was such a lucky young man. I was so blessed. Every boy in the world has dreamed and fantasized of experiencing just such a moment with a girl as gorgeous as Ronette, a girl as gorgeous as any you've ever seen on a poster, a magazine, or on a porn site. Well, except for boys like my pal Benny who are more inclined to dream and fantasize about other boys. One ought not overgeneralize. Anyhow, yeah, I was experiencing for real what millions, no, make that billions of guys have fantasized about. I couldn't imagine anyone more perfect for me, and here she was holding me tight as we danced. I knew that we'd be making love before long. I felt an overwhelming joy and an almost unbearable sadness all at once.

Why sadness? Because this was it. This was the perfect moment. I was sure that I'd never feel this way quite so powerfully again. Life would be all downhill from this night onward. It's crazy that having exactly what you've always wanted can bring sadness, but it does. Because the dream of the perfect moment is killed. You've been there in the blinding light on the mountaintop and nothing you do will ever match it.

Ronette hugged me tight and rested her head on my shoulder and sang along to a heartbreaking old song about a girl wondering if she was about to have a one-night stand or if the boy would still love her tomorrow. I recognized the song, Amy Winehouse sang it, but this was an older version, the original I guess, or at least a much older cover version. My heart exploded and my body melted. Not literally, as I'm sure you guessed on your own, but, wow... I felt sooo emotional! Ronette's warm breath on my ear and the sad words that she sang in her lovely voice in perfect time with that singer from way back when whose voice came to us through the speakers sent me over the edge. She was an old woman by now, if she was even still alive, that singer whose sweet voice came to us out of the past through the speaker. That was part of the mournfulness I felt. Sad, sweet moments like the one Ronette and I were experiencing were over for that singer and, in time, they'd be over for Ronette and me too.

Ronette stopped singing when the song ended. She raised her head up off my shoulder, leaned her head back, and smiled at me. We were both smiling and crying. We kissed and, oh, what a kiss it was. The kind immortalized in those old songs. A kiss so magical it could only exist in a fairy tale or an old-time doo-wop song from the Fifties or Sixties. I'd kissed hundreds of girls and women before. I'd never kissed anyone. Not like this. Love! Crazy love! My whole body was on fire for her. I felt it in my bones, my fingernails, my toenails, my hair, my eyes. I wanted to hold her forever. We lay down on the bed and fell asleep in one another's arms.