40 Years to Redeem Himself

Date Night in the Rose Garden

My husband just redeemed himself after 40 years, and I will never look at him the same way again. He took great pains to make up for our very first date (which was disastrous). We were married in December of 1976, so our first date must have been early in 1975??? I don’t know. I’m not good with dates anyway, and that’s been way too many years ago.

Danny should have cancelled that first date because he had a very bad cold. To make matters worse, he has an eye disease that is sensitive to viruses, so he developed a cold sore on his cornea which prevented him from wearing one of his contact lenses. He can’t wear glasses due to his eye problem, so he was driving me around with one contact lens. Strike one. I didn’t need his cold, so strike two.

He took me to see the movie “Earthquake.” It was our first date, and he was trying to be a gentleman, so he didn’t even hold my hand. If you never saw the movie on the big screen, it was not the movie you see on television because there was terrifying sound effects, and you could feel the floor vibrating beneath your feet during the earthquake. What he didn’t know is that I was born in an earthquake–a bad one–and I’m just superstitious enough to think I just might die in an earthquake–so a little hand holding would have gone a long way. Strike three.

If all that wasn’t enough, he talked about his ex-wife all evening and the divorce. Isn’t three strikes enough? Strike four. After the movie, he took me to a local pizza parlor with an old Wurlitzer organ, Pizza And Pipes. That was nice, except he was mad at me for sitting across the table from him instead of next to him. Remember his cold? First date? Not to mention he had already struck out plus one. Strike five.

The evening ended, and I didn’t take his phone calls for the next eight months. The man is persistent, if nothing else, because after eight months I finally agreed to go out with him again. We celebrated our 38th anniversary on December 18, 2014.

Fast forward to today, May 29, 2015. He cleared the calendar to take me to opening day of “San Andreas.” He was the most supporting and loving date anyone could ask for, and he never let go of my hand–even when I squeezed very, very hard. (Of course, my arthritic hands probably don’t squeeze as tight as they would have in 1975, but you get the point.) He not only redeemed himself for that awful first date, but he also redeemed himself for not taking me to see “Titanic” until absolutely everyone in the world but me had seen it. I saw “San Andreas” on opening day!

So, I bow to the master of “making things right.” He not only redeemed himself for past errors, but he was as persistent in looking for a way to make things up to me as he was in his attempts to date and marry me. I feel very loved tonight. He just hit the ball out of the park–and it’s bye, bye baby!

As an aside, “San Andreas” is a good movie. I was pleasantly surprised that they didn’t just take the plot from “Earthquake” and put it in San Francisco instead of Los Angeles.