burning old memoriesI’ll remember all my life my first wedding day. Not that I will ever forget the next three ones, but the first wedding day of my life was really unique.

I was 18, I was day dreaming, I smiled a lot, sang a lot, and worked in a small coffee shop, serving people with coffee and apple pies. This is how I met my husband to be: I put a hot apple pie in his lap, and I could not hold my laughter while he was crying with pain. Useless to say that I got fired over the next couple of minutes.

I stepped out of the coffee shop, sat down on the sidewalk, and suddenly I burst into tears, thinking that I will not be able to find another job and I won’t have money to pay the rent… and when I raised my eyes, the man of my dreams was sitting next to me, with his pants full of pie and smelling like an apple tree, and he didn’t know how to say how sorry he is for getting me fired.

Well, he walked me home and we ended up at my place, with him promising me that he’d find me another job, or he’d marry me.

Of course he couldn’t find me a job, because I was not qualified to do anything. So, this is how I got to be a very young and happy bride: he proposed me after two tiring months of jobs hunting, and I accepted on the spot, because I was already in love with his blue eyes.

The wedding took place in a hot August day, on a lake shore, nearby an old castle. Very romantic, but I should have checked the restaurant and the services before going to get married in the countryside. I could tell you only that they had only one dirty toilet, for both men and women (I have a big family and lots of friends, so we had about 200 guests), that the table napkins were white a century ago (now being dirty gray with brown spots), that the dishes were partially broken and the hot food was warm to cold. Now you get the full romantic picture of a happy wedding day. Not to mention that in the evening, a wind started out of the blue, making my hair look like thousand snakes and my maids look like wet chicken (the wind also brought some rain with it).

If something can go wrong, it will go like that for sure. So much truth in this saying: some of our friends got drunk, and pushed me into the lake. Luckily the water wasn’t deep, but it surely was dirty, and so was my beautiful wedding dress when I got out of the water. Too bad I had the photo camera with me when I fell into the water. We were never able to recover the photos from our memorable wedding ceremony.

I wish I had those photos today, because that marriage lasted only a bit longer than our honeymoon, and now, at three marriages distance, I still feel the romance when I think how me and Bob met, and how good I felt that day, sitting on the sidewalk.

Can you fell the romance? It must be magic.

I forgot to tell you about our honeymoon: I saw my husband only twice during the whole trip: when we arrived and when we left for home. do you know why? Because he got one of those discount golf vacations for two, took me there, then played golf all the time, because he wanted to improve his shots. And these golf fields just have too many holes to be conquered, compared to a poor, new wife, eager to spend some time with her husband.

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