My sincere apologies! I've taken this long to blog about my Valentine's Day blind date because I didn't know exactly how to break the news to all of you. If you remember, back in February I wrote a blog post advertising the fact that I was a grandma looking for a grandpa to enjoy Valentine's Day with.

I must say I did get some very interesting and lovely replies to that post including one that said, '"Too bad I'm spoken for otherwise it would have been an honour to be your Valentine's Day lunch date." Sigh... 

However, there was one fellow who went to a great deal of trouble to convince me that I should definitely choose him. So, on behalf of all the other Aging Disgracefully women who were waiting for the retelling of the story, I agreed. Here's the low-down, ladies.

My date and I met at a posh Indian restaurant. We talked and talked and talked. Maybe it was all the curry (I'll never really know), but by the time we got to the Aloo Gobi, we both knew that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. So we caught the first plane to Las Vegas, and we did what was necessary. We got married. Really!

The wedding was absolutely magical. We didn't need a planner; we simply followed our hearts. The ceremony took place in the American Express VIP Lounge (Air Canada offered theirs but after the lost luggage mess, you can be sure I declined), and Virgin Airline's CEO Richard Branson officiated. Really!

I wore a long, recycled denim wedding gown and carried a lovely bouquet fashioned from used boarding passes. My younger, very handsome husband-to-be wore scuffed hiking boots and a sweatshirt that said, "Have Journeywoman. Will travel."

Kidding! Just kidding, of course. 

Here's the real story.

We did meet for Indian food.  My potential beau got there way before me and believe me he was prepared. This man came laden with boxes and bags—all gifts for me and proof that he was the one. All designed to win my heart (well, sort of...).

One of my prerequisites was that he be "a younger" man and he was. Eleven years younger, and he brought his Harvard yearbook, Class of '74 to prove it.

I advertised for a granddad who could be a pal to my grandkids. This man didn't mess around; he went straight for their taste buds and produced a box of assorted cupcakes from the 'hottest' place in town. Gold star effort don't you think?

He brought six treats and...ummm...I have a confession to make. Since I only have four grandchildren, I ate two cakes for dinner that night and, oh my goodness, they were fabulous. Shhh...don't tell the kiddies.

Then to show me he was a gentle soul that enjoyed poetry, over the Chicken Tikka he read me his favorite poem. I knew then he was a lot smarter than I was because I have yet another confession. Though it sounded really intense, I didn't understand a word of it. Not one! Shhh...don't tell him.

And then Mr. Valentine and I talked and talked and talked. About life, about exercise, about eating properly and about the latest films in town. He told me about his blog and the writing he does for other blogs. Next thing I knew the staff was cleaning up around us, and we were the last diners in the restaurant.

So, will we be running off to get married any time soon? Nope, not at all. Was our Valentine's Day lunch a success? Absolutely! So much so, I'm already planning my Valentine's Day blog post for next February 2014. My credo has always been, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."