I met Mr. Understanding twenty years ago today in California. My friend, Pasadena Rose, was home for Spring Break (I’d graduated in December and was living nearby). She, MDO, and I were hanging out at her house on Saturday when her mother came into the kitchen, dumped a few bags of groceries on the counter, and told us we were to entertain a young man she’d invited over, the son of a friend of a friend’s child’s headmaster.* Her mother then left the house.
It was not love at first sight, although I clearly remember watching him drive into my friend’s circular drive in a black and tan Olds Cutlass. He got out of the car wearing funny shoes (“bucks”) and a Members Only jacket. I remember giggling to my friends that he looked sort of normal, if not a bit square, and in retrospect, I know now that he only went out of social obligation, not because he thought it would be fun. A bonus for me, as it turns out.
We entertained Mr. Understanding with hamburgers, a silly game involving spoons at the John Bull Pub on Fair Oaks, and pints of beer. Having experienced a bad boyfriend or two, I perceived that at least Mr. Understanding had manners**. Note to Young Women Everywhere: this is a good starting point. Hopefully, Angel is reading and learning.
Today feels like my anniversary. He is a gem, a keeper, my best friend, handsome, and a wonderful person. Can you tell I miss him? It is also the first day of Spring*** so go buy your man some flowers and tell him how much you love him.
*it’s really even more convoluted than this but you get the idea.
**Good Eastern US parenting.
***Also Benito Juarez Day for Mexicans. Don’t nitpick the day of the solstice, either, if I am wrong.