Just when you think you’ve captured the elements of the perfect event, you realize you’ve been duped again. Here’s how my day went. Beautiful weather, the perfect condition to take a trip to a winery. It was a nice scenic 30 minute drive. I’m on my way to a fundraiser for an agriculture museum. In my mind, agriculture means lots of men; scientists, big farmers, equipment companies, corporate sponsors, etc. I arrive at the winery. It is quaint with rows and rows of vines with bursting grapes. I step in to make my grand entrance and I see nothing but balding heads – almost as many as the grapes on the vine. Now, I happen to think bald is sexy… but not so much when on the head of a 65 year-old (unless you’re Sean Connery).

There were about 150 people attending. It was close to an equal number of men and women. And, yes, 65 was the average age. It was also filled with a sea of white faces. No Asians, no Latino, no “others” and definitely no blacks. As a single 40-something, African American woman, I stood out. But being the optimist, I thought my him could possibly be somewhere in the midst.

I took a deep breath, searched the room for an empty seat and made myself comfortable. The people at my table were very nice, especially an older couple. The husband was a former board member. After finding out what I did for a living, there were several people he wanted me to meet and he proceeded to introduce me around the room (hopes of finding my husband at this point slowly faded). Another man at my table, who was in his 50s, seemed to be single. He wasn’t very attractive, but that didn’t bother me, until I discovered the “girl” next to him, who I thought was his daughter, was actually his girlfriend. I swear she didn’t even look old enough to drink the wine.

Finding him at this community event didn’t work out, but hope is still alive! Tell me about the activity or event where you found him?