The First Date (His Version…Finally)

Even though he refuses to ask for directions, I think I’ll keep him.
He’ll do just fine! One of my fave pics of him, on our wedding day.
twenty years after the day we met we finally tied the knot!
So a year ago I started a bunch of posts about the my hubby and my “history”….I kind of just left off mid way. So here we are a year later, and I am finally sharing…somewhat, his version of that first outing that will forever be known to us as The Night They Got Lost on What was NOT a FIRST DATE. 

Here it is:
What he “remembers”: 
He was driving his 1976 convertible, silver, Buick Le Sabre (oh, please stop me…just taking notes here) 
which his dad had purchased from his aunt as his first car. 
He picked me up at my grandmother’s home.
He was nervous about meeting my Italian Grandma, having already had his own!
He had on his long blue Pea Coat (what guy remembers this?) with mints in his pocket (really?).
 We went to the movie-after which, at some point (he admits) he drove the wrong way out of the parking lot
We ate at a restaurant that had a toy train that went around a track that circled the dining area near the ceiling.
He remembers we took a “left ” out of the restaurant and stopped at a hotel to get directions (If we had been married, we would have driven in circles till the cows came home-no married man will ever ask for directions. Certainly he would not allow me to ask either. It’s like accepting defeat. We have had more driving scenarios with me begging to just stop at a gas station to ask and him smugly refusing.)
I (not he) went into the hotel to ask for directions. (God’s prophetic humor is woven into our story from the start-CLEARLY). 
Says he: “We had only needed to take a right out of the parking lot to get back home.” (Notice how he has brought up directions three times? This is absolutely a male fixation. They must know where they are going. If they don’t, they refuse to admit it and/or ask for directions)
He got home after curfew and his dad was waiting up for him. His dad didn’t believe the story about us getting lost in Westerly BUT “big brother” stuck up for him because he confirmed the restaurant with a train did really exist. 
Dad took the car away from him for two weeks. 
Seriously, my version is better, but I’ll keep him anyway. He’s a keeper for sure, and I love that guy. Maybe I’ll even buy him a new Pea Coat for his birthday (and even throw some mints in the pocket!)
Here is “My Version” of our “first date”.

It’s not too late!

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Denise
    Feb 13, 2013 @ 04:36:05

    I love this.



  2. homemaker-mom
    Feb 14, 2013 @ 10:58:14

    thats cute



  3. HisFireFly
    Feb 14, 2013 @ 21:31:38

    yes, for sure you must add the mints 😉



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