I had been dating this really attractive man for a long time...but he was one of the most problematic people I have ever known...But women were crazy about him because he was a flirt....During one of the times I had broken up with him I met a very well to do very attractive well mannered young german man who loved military women when I was out with my German girlfriends....I would not tell him where I lived and he tracked me down. As I was returning home soon from the military I ignored him as much as I could and just stayed with the guy I intended to leave behind. Eventually I broke up with the problematic guy and went on my first date with the really nice German man who had become my best friend. We went out after my best friend's wedding. She got so excited that night her heart began acting up so she had to go to the hospital after we had been at a really nice German bar all night...I was really tired...and went in to use the lavatory...First the seat was down and I did not notice. So I had to clean up the mess. Then the toilet stopped up from the tissue I used to clean up the mess. I did not even drink alcohol so I must have been really tired. So here I am on my first date just dying from embarassment in the bathroom while they are all sitting outside...unable to figure out what to do...I was very very young...and very very embarrassed. A few days later I told my German girlfriend what had happened and she just died laughing and was trying to tell my now German boyfriend in German because he had not understood what I had told her in English. All my girlfriends were dying laughing as I was trying to stop her. I can laugh at it now...but it always seems on my first date something like that happens to me...from ripping my dress or nylons to having bathroom tissue get stuck to my shoe that I do not notice. Once when I was out dancing I wiped my face off with a napkin at the bar and did not notice the ink was not water resistant. I wonder if what happened would have changed his opinion of me if he had understood. He is married now to someone who would never forget to look before using the restroom...but probably always has a dull moment. It seems to me that when I was young the things that bothered me are not as important as the things I would like to do to change or help the world now...and that a simple error is nothing as great as the following moments of inconsideration. The only thing I think now is I wish I had been less embarrassed and more worried about responsibility and had informed a janitor or someone so they could fix the situation. That is what embarrasses me most now about the situation. If the man cared about me he would have overlooked an incident that transpired after a long day and long night when I was very tired.
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