If at all possible, I go out for breakfast in the morning. There are a few others in the neighborhood who do likewise. We’ve gotten to know each other and chat over coffee or tea. It can make for a stimulating, interesting, or amusing start to the day. Last week, Nancy and I, who talk about everything and anything, were sharing some of our embarrassing moments. Isn’t it amazing how years later we can laugh about things that seemed so awful at the time they happened?
Here’s one I shared: When I first met my husband, I thought him handsome and charming and mysterious. The ‘r’s’ rolled off his tongue and his accent was irresistible. He seemed to hang on to my every word as his hazel eyes gazed into mine. After meeting, our first date was on New Year’s Eve. He gave me only the obligatory kiss at midnight which was okay for a first real date. When he said goodnight, he invited me to go with him the next afternoon to the Arboretum. (A beautiful, large garden in Arcadia, California, where I had never been.) After that, he said, we would go out for dinner.
I was pleased. I accepted. That year on January 1st the sun shone brilliantly in Southern California. It was a perfect day for an outing. We strolled under the sunshine along an all-but deserted pebble path between colourful, blooming camellia trees. It was lovely. Great. Magical.
Suddenly, with no one else around, he took me in his arms and kissed me — right there. This was our first rrreeeaaalll kiss. I’m cool. I wanted to impress; to seem sophisticated; to act as if it were no big deal for me to be kissed like that right out there under the sky and the sun and the flowering trees in front of the whole wide, beautiful world. So, pretending to be absolutely collected and unfazed, with what I believed was proper dignity and decorum, I calmly turned from him to continue walking ahead along the pebble path and —– fell flat on my face.
He helped a somewhat shaken and very embarrassed, humiliated me to my feet. What would you have done in my place???? I could do nothing more than draw on what was left of my sense of humour to survive the devastating moment.
`”See what happens when you kiss me?” I laughed, though I didn’t at all think it was funny. I wanted to die at that very moment. I wished the earth would open up and swallow me whole, so I could disappear forever and ever and never have to face him again. And, surely, I had blown it anyway and would never hear from this man after that clumsy fiasco.
We were going out to dinner together, remember? Those were somewhat more formal days in my life. I was wearing a dress, pantyhose and high heels, appropriate restaurant wear, but frankly, not that great an idea for an afternoon in the park, but I had wanted to look my best.
My knees were dirt and pebble-encrusted and altogether a bloody mess. My pantyhose were shredded at the knees, hanging loosely with long decorative runs going in all directions interwoven with dripping blood running downwards as we walked, making matters worse.
In vain, I tried to wash my knees at the first public bathroom I saw, which had no soap, only cold water, and those dreadful, hard, brown paper towels they sometimes have in such places. There was no choice but to discard what was left of my damaged hose, and to continue on my way stocking-less in my high-heeled shoes. (I always did, and still hate to be barefoot in shoes. I don’t understand how anyone can do it. )
Nonetheless, he gallantly took a somewhat disheveled me, sans stockings — scraped, bleeding knees and all, out to dinner to a very romantic French restaurant up in the hills. We walked through the lovely garden grounds in the cool of the evening, and when he later dared kiss me again (miracle of miracles) I hardly felt the pain in those knees. (Later, they became infected and I had to go see my doctor.)
To me, he seemed a thoughtful, soft-spoken and good-looking Continental who recited French poetry with passion.
(Not that I always understood it all, but it certainly sounded good.) Besides, he would tuck charming little notes under my front door, and buy me daisies because, he said, they are very French. How could I resist?
What happened next? I fell two more times in his company. (High-heels, I realize, were always a problem for me.) The third time, he announced that he’d just have to marry me because I needed someone to hold me up. And, after all, we did marry.
Some tips from a lady who has been there: After marrying the person you choose, continue doing some of the lovely things you charmed him/her with in the first place. And, try to keep your promises.
Ah, for falling in love, over and over again. Nice story. (Which one?)
Yes, falling in love is certainly a high.
Thanks Nancy: How wonderful YOU are! So nice to know you. Mailed the little package to my grandson in your box. Fondly, Muriel
It was fun to remember after so long…
I love this kind of thing Muriel
“continue doing some of the lovely things you charmed him/her with in the first place.” Does this include the falling on your face part?
Oh, I certainly did that!
Enjoyed the write-up as usual.
Hope you will put your experiences in a book one day-if you haven’t !
Naw, I enjoy reading books myself too much to write one. Thanks…
Always a pleasure reading your writings. This one made me laugh out loud! 🙂
I can only laugh now. I didn’t find it funny then.
Hi Muriel…..You could have avoided the fall if you responded to his kiss appropriately. And enjoyed it as well. Trying to act cool and walk away from your emotions triggered more interest on his part. He was a real gentleman to help you overcome the trauma, and still take you to dinner. At the time it was an embarrassing moment yet I could see why it is funny looking back at it. Most first kisses are memorable for the excitement. Yours was memorable for the scrapes and torn hose. That is why it is so comical. It surely was a very unique experience for a young lady.
Respond appropriately? Good idea Joe, but I was too young to know any better. All the best, Muriel
Love this! ❤😀
Glad you enjoyed it. I had fun right now rereading it. It was written quite a while ago. Cheers.