Aaron was enjoying a nice social gathering when a beautiful young lass came waltzing in like she owned the place. Her sister dragged her there, and little did she know her future husband would be the one staring at her from the couch. The two took an immediate liking to each other. They giggled and tee heed the night away until the record stopped and she had to leave. Aaron walked Tara to her car, his breath reaking of Bud Light. After saying their goodbyes, Aaron wrote his phone number on Tara's hand. When Tara never called, Aaron took matters into his own hands.