Back in the room I do all sorts of depressing things…pack, wash clothes, call family to say I’m not extending again, clear the fridge of foods I won’t find in my part of world nor can I take with me.

Needing some alone time, I stayed in most of the day. The most down time I experienced the entire trip.

I called my ride to confirm pick up time in the morning. He said he’s coming over later to visit and we’ll discuss that when he gets here.

Fast forward a couple of hours…After my early dinner of still edible leftovers, I was about to go see Sandra when there was a knock on the door. It was Mr. G, my morning driver and he wasn’t alone.

“Good night, Vi. This is my friend, Berd. He wanted to meet you.”
“Geeeeeeee this is a surprise!” I replied as I looked way, way up into the tall, thin man’s smiling eyes.

After the introductions, the next 15 minutes was spent listening to compliments, his plans to take me all over Portland, and because he’s into “fluffy” gals, being kneaded, poked & squeezed as if my body were made of memory foam. Sorry to say, I wasn’t into him at all. Therefore, I wasn’t going spend my last few precious hours in Portland feeling uncomfortable so I searched and found an out…early morning departure, sorry, but I must go.

“NO!!! You leave tomorrow???”
“un huh”
“Well when you return I’m kidnapping you. I’ll take you all over. I’ll take you dancing.” He did this pelvic twist that scared me and had me take a couple of steps back.
“Wow, that sounds…interesting. Nice meeting you.”

Of course he couldn’t leave without a hug that lasted way too long, but he also didn’t leave with my phone number…thank goodness.

Okay, I’m not “looking” for a husband, but I am single so the possibility of meeting Mr. Right-for-Vi is there. It’s just not going to happen this visit so I’ll continue coming back to sightsee and drink rum

…at least that’s what I thought.