Sighting

In February 2002, amidst the Argentine economic crisis, I spent a single month living in Boca Raton, Florida, right at 22561 SW 65th Ave. One day, my friends and I visited the Food Mart mini-market at the local Chevron gas station to ask for the newspaper to look for help-wanted ads. Suddenly, a man walked in with two little girls running around in their socks. An American gentleman standing nearby in a sharp grey suit immediately joined our conversation with the store clerk. He asked who was looking for work, and my friends pointed at me, mentioning I was from Argentina. “Argentina is doing very badly right now,” he noted with genuine empathy. He then told me I looked like I belonged on a magazine cover and shared that he was an airplane pilot. When he asked what kind of employment I wanted, I replied that I was looking for a nanny job, which made him blush. He immediately pulled a business card from his grey jacket pocket and told me to call him on Monday. Because of sudden family emergencies, I couldn’t make the call and had to return to my country. Sometime later, I lost the card and never found it again, but I always carry that beautiful memory with me and keep it very close to my heart.If you are the one who met me that February in Boca Raton near the 65th Street area, I hope you reply to this message, and I expect you to tell me what I was wearing the day we met. Por cierto el hablaba un perfecto español.