It's a Love Story

We are bombarded with images and messages of what a romantic loving act should look like. They can range from the dramatic like eliminating those responsible for loved one's death (i'm looking at you jack bauer. oh crap i forgot *spoiler alert*. that should go in the front of the spoiler huh? oh well). to the cheesy like giving someone a puppy. (Has any one ever looked at what the puppy has left behind once it is released from its box? How would you react if you were stored in a box in the dark while all around you is the sound of paper tearing and people squealing? Yeah ain’t so cute of an image now is it?) The current trend seems to be engagements and weddings. The ultimate sign of affection seems to be the image of a gal with a sparkly ring on her finger for the rest of her life. This is not a knock on the institution and ceremony surrounding marriage only an observation. Pitchforks down.

Basically, I want to highlight how a little mistake can turn into an opportunity to show what it means to love somebody in a low-key way. The names of the parties weren’t included in order to protect their identities.

I was out with some people when my friend was on his way to get rid of us…I mean drop us off when he gets a call. His wife had left her car keys in the car. He had been working all day and had more work in the morning. I knew he was tired since he even passed on watching the Tony awards. It’s 10 o’clock at night and she’s located about an hour away. He tells us he must go home first to get the spare keys. Meanwhile she tells him that people are trying to help her get her car door open and he might not have to drive over. So he stands for a second thinking and decides to make the drive anyway. I’m dropped off first since work in the morning. I could tell how concerned he was for his wife since he didn’t even wait for me to find my keys and open the door. Lone minority female about to enter her house on a cold dark foggy night totally screams first kill in a slasher-horror flick does it not? Luckily yours truly was not killed and lived to tell you this story.

i don't know how it ended. i'll assume they lived happily ever after as long as he didn’t cave in and let one of his buzzed friends drive the car on the return trip.