"Do you remember the first time we met?" She asked.
He paused for a moment thinking carefully. He had to. This is one of those
questions a man can get into deep trouble over.
"It was at the dance at the fire hall," he said.
"It was at church. You sat next to me," she replied.
"Oh, yes," he said smiling. "You are right."
"What was I wearing on the first date we had?" She asked.
He sat quietly. He didn't seem to be worried about the answer.
"You had on that pink dress," he replied with confidence.
"I wore a white sweater my mother knitted for me. You commented on how beautiful
it was."
He smiled again and said, "Oh, yes. You are right."
They continued back and forth like this for some time. I listened to and watched
this handsome couple reminisce.
They were very much in love and he was very secure with the fact he could not
remember most of the things she obviously found to be important.
He never got one answer right. But she wasn't upset at all.
"Last question!" She declared.
"Do you remember our first kiss?" Again he paused, turned to her and looking
straight in her eye he said. "No, I don't"
Oh, even though he never got one answer right, he always tried. I couldn't
believe he straight out admitted that he couldn't remember something so
important.
"He's doomed!" I thought to myself.
Then once again he smiled and with this devilish look and twinkle in his eye he
said, "Help me to remember!" He leaned in toward her and they kissed.
"Ah, yes, I remember it well!" He said and they both laughed.
What a beautiful moment. How fortunate I was to watch this couple. What a gift
they gave me, too.
As I walked away, my own memories flooded my mind. Not of cherished romantic
moments in my own life, but sitting in front of the black and white television
on a Sunday evening. It was "The Ed Sullivan Show" and I was very young.
You would think a young boy would not hold onto such a moment, but it is a true
reflection of the old romantic I am today at 56.
The couple walked out to center stage and the orchestra began to play. I really
had no idea who they were at the time, but oddly I captured the moment so
vividly in my mind that I have replayed it hundreds of times since.
It was Maurice Chevalier and Hermione Gingold. Here are just a few of the
lyrics:
"Ah, yes, I remember it well!" From "Gigi"
We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I
remember it well
We dined with friends We dined alone A tenor sang A baritone Ah yes! I remember
it well That carriage ride. You walked me home. You lost a glove. I lost a comb.
Ah yes! I remember it well.
That brilliant sky. We had some rain. Those Russian songs. From sunny Spain. Ah
yes! I remember it well.
What is it about those days? What is it about love? "Help me to remember!"
Bob Perks Bob@BobPerks.com
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