Last night after work, I had the good fortune to be invited by friends to take a boat ride across the Long Island Sound to have clams and cocktails at a place called Louie's in Port Washington, N.Y. I never like to miss a chance to be out on the water. I never get tired of a great sunset either (see photo).

So it's dark and we're sitting at a table outside and a guy approaches and he looks familiar and says his "other" friend recognized me and used to date me and was "over there." Really? Let's go say hello.

So there's this lovely, handsome man who comes from my hometown who knows me, who knows my family, and who says we dated for like two weeks when I was young, who I have no recollection of ever dating. Truthfully, I must be getting old because I've never forgotten one guy I ever dated and was a little embarrassed.

In a brief conversation, I found out he is a recently divorced dad, who'd been married for 20 years. The divorce was mutual but he is painfully concerned about the impact on his two grown daughters. I gave him my card and told him to stop by First Wives World, in the hope that something here would give him hope that things will turn out okay. In the meantime, I'm still wracking my brain trying to "remember."