Tuesday, August 6, 2013

A Vision for My Future

Life got back to normal today. I spent it alone and walked the seawall. But before I talk about my walk, I want to record a recent experience.

Steve and Bruce and I wanted to have dinner in a restaurant; Steve insisted that we eat at a table with a view of the Pride festivities on Davie Street. As we researched our options, we passed a Thai restaurant  with a gentleman sitting at one such view table. I was so struck by his appearance, I stopped short and that led to me feeling i had to explain myself so I said to the gentleman; "You look fantastic, monsieur, like a Parisian aristocrat." He picked up his glass of wine and raised it to me.

Later, we wound up sitting beside him for our dinner and I was enthralled by everything about him. he had girth and a jolly warm full face and he ported a well-worn deep blue beret that crowned him with a romantic and dignified air. And he had two glasses of red wine poured. Looking at him made me remember so many wonderful times in France. Oh my God ...

And when he got up to leave—which he did slowly—he hugged the waitress goodbye. If I live to be old, I want to be the man he appears to be to me—a dignified, elegant gentleman loving life even if alone. I wish I had a photo.

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