THEIR FIRST DATE

All The Different Ways That Love Shows Up

A Very Short Shortstory

 I am such a lucky man and lucky therapist. I am NOT that together person, I once thought I could be, nor will I ever be, nor do I want to be! I humbly acknowledge I am just me, with my life literally, visibly scattered about me, parts of it even broken. And yet somehow, people trust me enough to share with me the gifts of their lives and love for each other. I have bits and pieces of so many lives, stored in a treasure chest in my alleged mind. As I walked my morning walk, this fictional "minimalistic" story blossomed, triggered by an old couple, earlier this week, sharing with me how they came to love each other.

THEIR FIRST DATE

Usually, they enjoyed sitting next to each other in the booth, so he could smell her hair and she could feel his body, still strong, still able to hold her, really hold her.

They did not anticipate leaving each other any time soon. They just knew the realities of life and someday one of them would go home before the other. He used to tease her.

"If you get there first, get the best place you can find. You know, on a cliff, overlooking infinity. Remember the place at Coral Bay? One like that. Or remember the cabin awkwardly teetering on the side of Mount Corazon?"

So this morning, they sat facing each other, peering far beyond each other’s eyeballs, to those places deep within each other where they had shared moments, as the song described, of delights, but more than just afternoon delights. They sipped their coffee loudly, each battling to make the loudest slurp. They laughed and then came tears and then more laughter.

"Do you remember our first date?" she asked. "I remember you wanting to take me to a fancy restaurant, but I insisted on a picnic. I remember we had salad with bleu cheese sprinkles. I remember you feeding me and the bleu cheese crumples jumping off the fork like little bits of popcorn. I remember telling you how much I liked the wine, and at first you didn’t get it because we had no wine! You’re slow sometimes! But then you pointed to your heart and said you gently squeezed it from here. You blushed, and so I called it hearty blush wine! Do you remember that?"

With gentle tears of sheer raw love spilling over his bottom eyelids, he took the biggest slurp of coffee he could, just to make them both laugh, enough to hold back a noisy flood.

"O my God, I do remember," he choked. "But I always thought our first date was that dream you had of us sitting together in front of the fireplace in our pajamas!"

She reached across the table and touched his cheek. "I have never forgotten that dream. And so, yes, we can put that picture in the ‘photo album’ under first date."

"So are you guys ready to order?" the waitress asked.

They didn’t hear her. They were someplace else. The waitress wondered if perhaps they both had some kind of what? Dementia or something? She hesitated for a moment and then cleared her throat. "So are you guys ready to order?"

He looked at the waitress and asked, "Do you have anything on the menu that looks like her?"

Before the waitress could answer, she said, "I’ll have him."

Through some miracle of the universe, the waitress got it. And she said, "Do you want him sunnyside up or over easy? And yes, we do have something on the menu that looks exactly like her and would you like that ala carte or as a meal?"

When the morning service at Hart’s Café was concluded, they sauntered home, leaning against each other, like two drunks after a night on the town.

"So we discovered our first date. Which one was this?" she asked.

"I know it’s not our second, he said. But it kind of feels like it!"

"So what were all those others in between?"

"I guess they were seconds too." 

What Do You Remember?

Do You Remember Your First Date?

  • Yes, it shaped the rest of our life together
  • Yes, but it was just that, a first date
  • No, unfortunately, and she tells me I don't remember anything important!
  • No, unfortunately, and he tells me I don't remember anything important
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Comments 16 comments

terri Huerta 6 years ago

Vern, many memories are tucked in all of our hearts and first and seconds and tears and laughter and joy...In your writings you have captured what it feels like to have the innocence of a child and a love that is sustaining..Beautifully written and I really enjoyed it


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Thanks, Terri, and thanks for reading and commenting. I like that it somehow triggers that sense of innocence. Love is exactly that, innocent and life sustaining.

Thanks for stopping by

Vern


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justom 6 years ago from 41042

Another great story Vern, It's a beautiful thing when folks can grow old together and still have that kind of love. One of my favorite musicians, John Prine, wrote a song that plays in my head daily. It's called "Hello in There". It's about gettin' old. If you've never heard it please give it a listen (it's on you-tube) I know you'll enjoy it. Peace brother! Tom


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Tom

Thanks so much for reading and commenting. I usually post more editorial like stuff, so I'm branching out here a little. Also posted some poems lately. Thanks so much for the lead on the song. I still have to listen to it, but I just might post it here. AND I keep reminding myself that I am gradually becoming one of those growing old together or not folks and would be wonderful to grow old together and be so hellbent on going on second dates day after day. And it takes more than senility! Altho senility might help--won't take everything so personal!!

Namaste, Tom

Vern


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kimh039 6 years ago

cute. you are branching out. their senility is gentle and kind.... romanticized maybe. The senility i hear about is harsh and violent. Of course, a gentle and kind senility wouldn't be a problem, so if it exists, I wouldn't know of it. hmmmm. Nicely done, Vern. Thanks.


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Hello, Kim

Did not mean to imply they were senile!! But the waitress wondered because of their age. We may not be used to seeing OLD, ripe, love, so perhaps it was initially recognized as senility. I remember my wife and I being told by a customer to get a room while waiting for a table on Christmas Day in a restaurant, the only one open, The Chart House, in Santa Barbara. We were madly in love. I was about 53 and she 46!! So we were not exactly old, but nevertheless it was beyond anyone's comprehension that on Christmas day we would be so madly in love. She was sitting on my lap! while waiting for our table. We waited for about an hour an a half, so with her on my lap, it was difficult to sit perfeclty still!! We were not X-rated, but just in love!!

Thanks again for reading. I affirmated you this morning on my walk!!


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kimh039 6 years ago

I guess I misunderstood! Thanks for affirmating!


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killrats 6 years ago from Cape town South Africa

What a great hub, I guess we can all relate to it. I most certainly can. I have had a few as I call them kicks in the chest and said much the same thing to may only love. I will more than likely get to God first and I will ask Him if I can find a spot for when she joins me


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cheaptrick 6 years ago from the bridge of sighs

Ya know V...I read lots a hubs[though I rarely comment]and find very few writers who grasp the idea that words can converge into an emotional"Artists Brush"that touches readers in a profound way...You my friend are one of those writers.Thank you so much for this"Internal Painting"of love.

Dean


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Killrats, thank you so much for reading and commenting. Don't forget to ask for a view!! There's more that goes on between us and our loved ones passed on than we realize. Not enough room in a comment to share, but I had a little knudge from my Mom this morning who passed on several years ago.

DEAN

I am just plain HONORED by your comment and thrilled all at the same time. THANK YOU SO MUCH.

vERN


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BennyTheWriter 6 years ago from Northeastern U.S.A.

Hey Vern!

Wow, beautiful story my friend. Makes me believe in love again!

The thing that really impresses me about your writing, besides many other aspects is your honesty, the acknowledgment of your own humanity. That's what I think makes people relate to you and trust you with the closely-guarded details of their lives. It paves the way for the good stuff life has to offer. It's what makes the kind of love you wrote about here possible.

Ah...I'll be daydreaming about this love story all day! I love the way you communicate renewal and youthfulness in the idea of a never-ending series of second dates. Even in their golden years, they're like young lovers in their primes. True love knows no age. That's an exciting concept actually...the first date is the "evaluation" date, but the second date, if it's with the right person, never has to end! Hope someday soon I can find an honest girl to share that experience with!


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Whoa, Benny. Thanks for reading and commenting and you have me crying now!!! Been doing a lot of that lately. For me right now, I look into that future and with the backdrop of that old couple, create this beautiful, well, maybe I didn't really create it, but whoever is there behind the scenes, puts this image there for me as a way to hope and to yes, continue belieiving in love.

I really believe that if we are open to love, we won't have to go looking for it. It just shows up. But fortunately and or unfortunately, being open to love includes being open to everything that goes with love, and I am not sure that pain is the word to describe what feels like pain when it comes to love. But one moment there is emptiness or loneliness and the next moment there is love and the next moment there is conflict. I guess it is like a symphony and there is no symphony without all the movements!! Thanks so much for the kind loving words. Thanks for reading. What do you have on the hopper these days?

Vern


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palmerlarryray 6 years ago from Macon, Missouri

Lovely stuff there Vern. Seems like forever since I've had the chance to get on Hubpages and this was a beautiful story to come back to. Thanks for sharing.


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Hey, welcome back, Larry. How are things? I hope well. I have lost 16 pounds and growing a beard!! I've finally went over the cliff!! Gave up my single malt scotch. Darn!!! So how are you? Give me that website again where you are doing some writing.

I am glad you enjoyed this "sweet" story. It is one of those "pieces" where I realize I am not the author, so to speak. Get to put my name to it, but.

Thanks for reading and commenting. G€ood to see you again,

Vern


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palmerlarryray 6 years ago from Macon, Missouri

Doing pretty good. The wife had a surgery that put her out of work for 2 weeks so I've been playing the catch up game and she has another one planned for October.

The story you're looking for is here:

http://opendooronthenet.com/darkenedrooms/ThePond....

I'm getting some other stuff done too so hopefully it will be ready to post soon.

P.S. Since your giving up the Scotch, send it over to my place. I would be more than happy to give it a good home...lol


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Hi Larry

Hope all is well with surgeries. Thanks so much for the link and Darn, I wish I had some left over for you!!! I love single malt, and from time to time, the urge for that stuff is going to strong. It always calmed me down pretty good with not a whole lot and seemingly no side effects. It was just killing my liver!! So take care

Vern

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