First let me tell you what we did. First, we went to the Butterfly Gardens which is on the way from where the ferry docks to the city of Victoria. We had lots of fun with me trying to catch photos of butterflies in flight. Impossible! The tropical flowers were gorgeous, the birds were lively, and the chrysalises were fascinating. Then we went for a casual lunch down at the pier where the cruise ships dock before heading for Carr House, the actual house where the famous Emily Carr was born. We watched a 40-minute video about her life and works and now I want to ask Josie to go to the Vancouver Art Gallery again with me to look more closely at her paintings.
Since Carr House is just around the corner from where "he" was staying at his rental condo, I suggested we go there so I could see the view. "He" is on the 20th floor overlooking Beacon Hill Park and as the place faces south-east, there is also a view overlooking the water and Port Angeles at the tip of Washington state. We chatted for well over an hour before heading out to Victoria's Fisherman's Wharf.
We wandered all around the wharf admiring the houseboats, the views, the fishing boats, the variety of food services, and the local musician playing his guitar. Two fat harbour seals bobbed up and down waiting for people to feed them and I got several photos as we watched. Then we pondered whether or not to have fish 'n chips there, but decided instead to go where "he" suggested - a nice inn/pub/restaurant place that he knew. So we drove to the James Bay Inn for a lovely dinner.
The waitress was so cute because she sensed we were on a date (even though to her we were - well, shall we say - old!) She took us to a quiet corner table and was just perfect about suggesting things, checking to see that all was okay with us, and even commented when she brought the bill that she hoped we were enjoying our date!
"He" drove me back to the ferry and waited until I was out of sight before leaving. I know that because I looked back twice to wave and he was still there watching me. I thought there might be a message waiting for me when I got home but no...nothing. Even after a few hugs and a peck on the cheek, I still have not heard from him.
In retrospect, I knew that he was older than myself, but felt that it wasn't so much older that things were insurmountable. Maybe I need a more mature man to care for me after my having to take care of everyone else most of my life. I can be rather hyper at times and he seemed like such a calming influence - I felt SO comfortable with him.
Today after chatting with a friend, I started thinking about all the things he's done in his life and it occurred to me that it was quite a lot if he were still the age I "thought" he was. Since he has been in public life, I figured it'd be easy to check him out online. So I did.
Turns out he is WAY older than I am, to the point that he could be my father! He's a good-looking man, in good shape, and with a good mind and quick wit. He's educated and has had several lucrative careers, one in which he's still involved.
What a shame. It's too bad that we're not closer in age, but being a widow young in life was bad enough, and I really feel that it would be pushing the envelope to get involved with someone that much older than myself. Now I do realize that even I could go out tomorrow and get hit by a bus, but what is the point in pursuing a relationship that I know will end sooner rather than later. I want to meet someone who is young enough to still have years ahead to share with me and enjoy traveling and getting involved in other activities.
The one good thing that came out of this was that I now know that there are still sparks and smoldering embers just waiting to burst into flame - for the right man. So as they say, butterflies are free and so am I...still.