The dark eyed Morrocan

Hassan laid a long stem red rose in front of me on the white linen covered table. Startled I looked up to see his piercing black eyes staring back at me. A rose for me, something I had not expected, sitting quietly by myself at dinner. What a handsome man I thought. He held me riveted by his charming accent. We watched as the wedding continued. The bride and groom were getting married this evening in the gazebo of the Island Grand in St. Pete, Florida. She was a dark haired beauty surrounded by her six bridesmaids dressed in subtle shades of beige. It was a tropical wedding with burlap, seashells, groomsmen in panama hats, and the congregation of the men in satin white Yarmulkes. What a site right in front of my eyes. I want to crash the reception I told Hassan. He smiled and said no one would notice and pointed the direction.

A charming Moroccan, he told me how lovely a Jewish wedding can be in his homeland. His idea of love was so much more than what was before our eyes. He is a man of dreams. You can see it in his eyes. We watched as the wedding ending and pictures were taken. I had a ring side seat in this lovely dining room at the Palm Court. My window view, the lovely dinner and my Moroccan man with the red rose, what a night. Now to walk the beach and enjoy the sunset.

Life is what you dream.