Before I married my ex, I went on a blind date with a guy (friend of a friend’s husband—you know the drill). So we met at a movie theater, all went well at first; we found our seats in the move theater. Fatal Attraction was playing. We chatted and just as the movie started, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I returned to the movie theater, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember exactly where my date was sitting, let alone what he looked like. There I was, fumbling around in the dark and then I saw my date, sitting towards the center of the theater.
So I started crawling over legs and bodies, apologizing profusely, yet giggling at the same time, making my way to my seat. Finally, I was there. I sat down and well ... I landed in someone’s lap! The only words out of the poor man’s mouth were, “OH!” I couldn’t stop apologizing to this poor man and his wife. I looked up and I was just one row off ... I skulked to my seat, settled in, thankful to feel the seat under me.
My date didn’t say much about it and needless to say, he never called me after that date—big surprise. My sister once said, “You have to laugh at yourself. Otherwise you’d be in a constant state of humiliation.” How true those words turned out to be! But, I wouldn’t change a moment of my life. Every awkward moment, every clumsy move, remain a part of me.
