[ SECRET POST #2112 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2112 ⌋

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Re: Tell me a romantic story.

[(Anonymous)]

My father fell in love with my mother at first sight. He was a grad student, the first person in his family to go to college; she was the daughter of a Greek restaurateur, an immigrant who had achieved his American dream and could now treat his adored youngest child like a princess. (Okay, a princess who worked 10 hours a day at the family restaurant, but you get the picture. Popouli was prepared to give his precious girl anything--except that he didn't want any of his children to change or move away from him. He was hurt when one of my uncles bought a house half a mile away instead of next door.)

My mother was very pretty and she was used to young men throwing themselves at her feet. At the restaurant, sometimes her swains walked into the door because they were too busy looking at her instead of where they were going. She served them their burgers and fries and ignored them, and when my father asked her for a date, she told him she'd take a rain check.

After a whole lot of rain checks, my father finally figured out that she was only free one day a week--Wednesday, the day the restaurant was closed. He proposed a swimming party and picnic; she finally accepted. The day arrived and it was pouring rain. My father showed up anyway: "We'll drive until we find the sun," he told her. And there was something so grandly romantic about that--so much certainty that there was a place in the sun waiting for them--that she got in the car and went with him. And they found it. Afterward, they went out for dinner, and then he took her dancing. He whispered to her, "I've always dreamed of dancing with a girl just like you."

When I heard this story, this was the single most romantic thing I could imagine. My mother was so beautiful (still is). Of course he adored her. Then, much later, my father told me the real secret of how she had captivated him: she had a lot to say, and he loved to listen to her.

They're still together, 40 years later.