Prince Caspian
there was a moment in the movie that is every girl's dream: when Susan is in trouble, about to get killed by the enemy, Caspian arrives on a horse to save her. the knight in shining armour... it obviously couldn't happen today, cos let's face it, we're way past wearing armour on a daily basis. and owning horses.
i'm an incurable romantic. you probably wouldn't think so if you met me, cos i tend to be incredibly down-to-earth and not really fussy about every day stuff. but still. and so, on the way home, i remembered the most romantic moment of my life.
i was walking down the street when i heard someone call my name. it was the young man i'd just said my goodbyes to, as we took opposite ways home. he came up to me and asked if i wanted to have dinner. i was a bit surprised but said yes. he said something on the lines of 'wasn't that just a corny movie moment' and whilst it technically was, it was also very nice. the type of moment you don't think will ever happen to you.
we went off in search of a restaurant - not easy in a business district - and found a little Italian tucked away on a tiny side street, with space enough for maybe 10 customers. we had a very nice meal and laughed all the way through it, reminiscing. i remember thinking it was a shame he was already taken. incidentally, he looked like 'the boy next door', probably every mother's idea of the perfect son-in-law.
when it came to paying, we decided to split the bill, but when the owner came back with the change, my dinner companion insisted i should keep it. having been brought up to be independent (maybe too much so, but i'm doing my best to tone it down...), i wanted him to take half of it. we basically argued all the way out on the street. at one point he'd obviously had enough and he made to kiss me to shut me up - only he realised just in time what he was doing and didn't and tried to hide the movement by hugging me instead. in the meantime, i was speechless and ended up keeping the change.
it was funny how the next day, he spent all his time mentioning his girlfriend every time he could. i knew how he felt about her and i'd never dreamed of bringing up the incident. it was just a momentary lapse of concentration. and that was it. my perfect movie moment.
i'm an incurable romantic. you probably wouldn't think so if you met me, cos i tend to be incredibly down-to-earth and not really fussy about every day stuff. but still. and so, on the way home, i remembered the most romantic moment of my life.
i was walking down the street when i heard someone call my name. it was the young man i'd just said my goodbyes to, as we took opposite ways home. he came up to me and asked if i wanted to have dinner. i was a bit surprised but said yes. he said something on the lines of 'wasn't that just a corny movie moment' and whilst it technically was, it was also very nice. the type of moment you don't think will ever happen to you.
we went off in search of a restaurant - not easy in a business district - and found a little Italian tucked away on a tiny side street, with space enough for maybe 10 customers. we had a very nice meal and laughed all the way through it, reminiscing. i remember thinking it was a shame he was already taken. incidentally, he looked like 'the boy next door', probably every mother's idea of the perfect son-in-law.
when it came to paying, we decided to split the bill, but when the owner came back with the change, my dinner companion insisted i should keep it. having been brought up to be independent (maybe too much so, but i'm doing my best to tone it down...), i wanted him to take half of it. we basically argued all the way out on the street. at one point he'd obviously had enough and he made to kiss me to shut me up - only he realised just in time what he was doing and didn't and tried to hide the movement by hugging me instead. in the meantime, i was speechless and ended up keeping the change.
it was funny how the next day, he spent all his time mentioning his girlfriend every time he could. i knew how he felt about her and i'd never dreamed of bringing up the incident. it was just a momentary lapse of concentration. and that was it. my perfect movie moment.
posted by The Archaeologist @ 2:37 PM
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3 Comments:
That's a beautiful story, well told - and bring backs a lovely memory I have.
I would be surprised if that was the only time "the boy next door" thought of you in that light. But life's timing is funny that way.
What a lovely evening. Thanks for sharing.
"brings back" obviously...
stop it...you're making me blush!
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