Here’s a rewritten version with a fresh take while keeping the essence intact:

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Love at First Sight: A Fateful Encounter in Mazatlán

The first time Beverly Carriveau saw Bob Parsons, she felt an electric spark—something she could only describe as a “thunderbolt.”

“A man stepped out of a taxi, and we just locked eyes,” Beverly recalls. “This was the 1960s—women didn’t usually stare at men. But I couldn’t look away.”

It was June 1968. Beverly, a 23-year-old university librarian from Canada, was vacationing in Mazatlán, Mexico, with a friend. That morning, she had been mesmerized by the town’s vibrant charm—its palm-lined streets, colorful colonial buildings, and sweeping Pacific Ocean views.

Later that day, while browsing the hotel’s gift shop, she glanced up and saw him. Standing in the parking lot, just outside the shop, was a tall, striking man.

“I was completely transfixed,” she says. “He was handsome… there was just something about him.”

Flustered, Beverly quickly turned her attention back to the jewelry display, hastily purchased a pair of earrings, and rushed out of the store.

“We stared at each other for so long that I felt embarrassed,” she admits.

No words were exchanged. No smiles. But the connection was undeniable.

That evening at dinner, Beverly confided in her friend about the strange, unshakable moment.

“Something happened to me today,” she told her. “I don’t know what it was, but I couldn’t take my eyes off this man.”

As they spoke, a waiter approached their table, carrying a bottle of white wine.

“This is from a gentleman at the bar,” he said.

Beverly hesitated. She never accepted drinks from strangers—it wasn’t something she was comfortable with. Besides, she had a serious boyfriend back in Canada.

“I thought my life was set,” she says. Before this trip, she had spent a year traveling through Europe, working in the UK, and politely declining drinks from admirers.

But this time was different. Without fully understanding why, Beverly and her friend agreed.

The moment the waiter poured the wine, nerves set in. They had no idea who had sent it. The bar was crowded, and while Beverly wondered if it was the man from the taxi, she couldn’t spot him.

“What do we do now?” she whispered to her friend. “We have to thank him.”

Encouraged by her companion, Beverly stood up and made her way toward the bar, scanning the crowd.

And then—there he was.

For the second time that day, her eyes met his.

He lifted his glass in acknowledgment, this time with a smile. Beverly felt her cheeks flush.

“I was completely flustered,” she laughs. “But I managed to ask if he’d like to join us.”

And so began a moment that would change everything.