I found myself wondering what I was blogging about five years ago. I looked and found this story. Perhaps you’ll find this anecdote humorous too. Enjoy.
I was reading [now defunct blog], when I found an announcement of a contest: “Odd Remembrances — What are your strangest memories? What are the most unusual, out of the ordinary, twisted memories you can conjure?”
My first thought was that my sense of humor is twisted, but memories? And then I remembered what happened to me on one of my visits to Madrid.
Perhaps I was jet lagged — I don’t really remember. I had some time to myself and I went to El Corte Inglés, which is a Spanish mega-store. You can find just about anything at El Corte Inglés, and I wanted some CDs by José Luis Perales. So I walked the short distance to their nearest store.
I entered the part of the store that held music. It was huge! I looked for an employee as I walked into that area. I was in a hurry — my time was short. And then I saw the distinctive employee uniform, and began to approach.
I couldn’t walk up to this person, but I’d have to walk past, around a huge pillar and then come back a bit to talk to . . . Her. As I came nearer I could see it was a female. Tall, thin and perfectly groomed. Not a hair out of place. Not a wrinkle in the uniform. No it’s not a manequin — I saw her move. I’m sure I did.
I walked past the pillar and started to turn around the end of a large display case that was loaded with CDs. As I came around the end, she had moved closer and there I was face to face with this gal — this pretty girl. I was surprised, even shocked that I had almost walked into her. Time to ask where to find my music. I opened my mouth and said, “Aaaahh.” Brain freeze! Now what was it I wanted. Oh yes.
Before I could ask my question, she smiled, touched me on the arm and said, “Está bien esto pasa todo los días.” (That’s okay this happens every day.) We both laughed.
I asked my question. She directed me up the stairs to the second floor. I found the Perales CDs that I was looking for.
I’ll have to admit, I’m not sure what she meant by “It happens every day.” Does she almost walk into customers? Or do guys not know what to say when they see her? I neither know or care. But I still get a laugh when I remember that brief encounter in El Corte Inglés.
We took our honeymoon in Italy and Paris. Mind you, my husband is a brand new husband, so he didn’t have his senses yet (we’ll blame it on that). We were walking on the sidewalk and this g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s woman walked by, my husband handed me his drink so he could turn around and watch her walking away. I didn’t say anything at the time, but I mentioned it a couple of years later. He acted like he didn’t know what I was talking about, but I could tell he remembered very clearly. 😉
Lucky him (or lucky me) that’s the only incident I can think of like that one. 🙂 😉
So what you’re saying is that under your guiding influence, your husband did quickly gain his senses? A good wife will do that for a guy. :uh:
Ah, so you are not immune to the sight of a beautiful lady. Most of us don’t make the grade on the exterior, but a very small number of us don’t care, would even consider it a deterrent to getting on with life.
Correct, I’m not immune. However, don’t be misled.
I sometimes sing a calypso song to Sylvia. The words, in part, are:
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life,
Never make a pretty woman your wife.
If you want to be happy your whole life through,
Get an ugly girl to marry you.
There more than a little bit of wisdom in that song. In other words, beauty is much more than physical experience. That is not only body, but mind and spirit may be the more important elements of true beauty. :awe:
Stunningly beautiful, in fact. Eh?
Yes, she was every bit of that! :whaa: Apart from my wife, she was probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen . . . :stars: Although there was this woman in Italy who was getting into a Lamborghini . . . 😀 But that’s another story. 😉