When I first met Dirk, he wore a bright white freshly pressed button down shirt, a black cowboy hat and wrangler jeans. He had on Stetson cologne and he had a song played for us and asked me to dance. I knew right then, he was special. I can close my eyes anytime I want and see him standing there in the corner of the bar leaning up against the wall just looking at me, waiting for me to stop and look back. Once we had each other's attention, no one else was around. They all just disappeared. That was how he always made me feel...like I was the only one who mattered...like I was the only lady he wanted to be with.