My husband, Patrick, and I were watching a Hallmark movie to get in the mood for the season of love, AKA Valentine’s Day. The woman in the film, who didn’t realize the handsome man with romantic puppy eyes adored her, wore a red dress.
He said, “I loved that red dress you used to wear.”
I conjured a vague memory of a red dress that once occupied space in my closet.
“Oh yeah, I kinda remember that dress.”
He continued, “You wore it on that Valentine’s Day when I surprised you with a limo ride to the Greenhouse Restaurant.”
I said, “What a memorable night.”
Patrick continued relating details while I turned my brain into a Google search engine. I entered: “Greenhouse Restaurant limo ride.”
Uh-oh. Error 404. Page not found.
I removed ‘limo’ from the search field and other memories materialized.
I said, “Thinking about the Greenhouse Restaurant reminds me of our second date. I thought you were crying because you were having a dreadful time. But it turns out your spicy blackened sword fish produced those crocodile tears.”
I knew it was a brilliant move to recall specifics about something that occurred before the alleged limo extravaganza. This strategy gleaned me credibility and valuable time. Meanwhile, I continued to search for a file in my database entitled, “Real life Hallmark moments in our marriage.”
Patrick remained laser focused. “I wasn’t sure how the limo would maneuver in our narrow driveway. With the ground frozen and not much snow, the driver turned on the front lawn.”
I said, “Lucky break. Ruts would have been dreadful on the lawn.” And in a stroke of genius I continued, “Are you going to get us on the list for early spring clean up?”
Unable to resist conversations about yard care, he said. “Good idea. I’ll email Mike tomorrow. Green grass and fresh mulch is a welcome thought in the midst of this cussed winter.”
Whew! Diversion successful. This could make a funny a blog post. I could entitle it: How I bluffed my way through a conversation about a lost romantic memory.
The movie ended, and we nudged each other awake, trudging to bed.
The next morning we rewound the movie to witness the final kiss we slept through the night before. What was the writing idea I had?
“Patrick, what were we talking about last night while we watched the movie?”
He said, “Getting the lawn scheduled for spring clean up, why?”
“Oh, no reason.” Wow, I must have been exhausted. That wouldn’t make much of a blog post.
What romantic gestures has your partner bestowed on you? Do you remember them?