There's so many first times as a newlywed. Being over 30 when I married I'd stored many experiences I wanted to share with that someone special. I was committed to sharing everything with the one I love, the one I married.
During those first months of marriage I delighted in sharing all of those events with my husband; from being together grocery shopping to biking at the beach, to reading side by side or cooking our favorite foods together. Maybe the is a silly gal thing, I don't know, you'll have to let me know.
But that first trip to the mall was unforgettable, regrettably so for my husband.
We were at a beautiful southern California mall, South Coast Plaza, about two months into our marriage. I decided to introduce Steve to the lovely Crabtree and Evelyn store. He'd never had an occasion to frequent this store (and probably never will again!) ,so it was a unique experience. After browsing a bit Steve asked about the strawberry pot pouri, "What's this for?" "You put it in your lingerie drawer and everything develops a wonderful smell."
Been there, done that, I decided to stroll on down the mall, thinking he saw me and was near my side. Well, he didn't know I was gone when a brunette came near his side. Tthinking it was me, he whispered out the side of his mouth, "I imagine your underwear smells like strawberries?
You need to understand that my husband is a very conservative, private gentleman and would never consider crudity or doing anything that embarrassed himself or another, especially a woman and a stranger.
Well, no, we don't know what her reaction was. Steve merely noticed that there was a very strong silence, no response from his 'wife'. Realizing that his wife would never respond this way, he quickly shot out of the store and found me. He told me his tale which I thought was a lot funnier than he did. He was so embarrassed that it took him years until he'd let me share his 'most embarrasing moment' with others. He always thought before he spoke, but now, more than ever he is careful where and when he speaks sweet nothings to me.


Comments: 5
How awful for your husband, thank goodness he didn't stop whispering the sweet nothings.
Magi
P.S. Cathryn, if I may presume to give you a tip about typefaces - italics is very hard on the eyes and it's best not used in running text. It's a legibility issue.
(I agree with Magi about the font)