There I am, standing in the rain in front of Boundary Bay, cloaked in the night. We enjoyed what I thought was a quiet and romantic dinner at Charlie Don't Surf, one of the numerous oceanside restaurants in White Rock. Enveloped in rich, red velvet walls with chandeliers and fireplaces, we dined on sweet potato fries with garlic dip, warm foccaccia bread and olive oil, and a hearty spinach salad with peppers, walnuts, and mango vinaigrette. We gazed into each other's eyes. We flirted and held hands. Then I realized hubby wasn't interested in hanging around for a decadent dessert. He was boiling hot from the fireplaces. :-)
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