My best date was almost like a dream. My date invited me to the opening of a Gauguin exhibit. It was the first official gallery opening that I’d ever been to. We were greeted at the door with a lei of simple orchids since most of the paintings were from Gauguin’s Tahiti period. My date was my equal in genuine interest in art and we spent a pleasant evening gazing, admiring and talking about the art. Neither he nor I wanted the evening to end so he asked if I would like to go for tea. He said he knew the perfect place so I said sure, thinking it was just around the corner from the gallery. We ended up walking about 2 miles before we got to this little French restaurant where he treated me to my first crepe. Julia Child would have been in heaven, all that cream, chocolate, and luscious fruit. You’d think that would be a fitting end to a lovely evening but we decided to keep walking that night and we must have walked another 3 miles while we talked. About a week after the date he sent me a very romantic letter describing the street lights like stars that lit our path, and me being like an angel. Too bad I was engaged to someone else at the time. Misssed opportunities!