I wonder what happened to those kids

Five years ago today, London was its full, glorious self.

It was the kind of day that needs to go on promotional materials showing that the weather isn’t always lousy.

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After we had missed it the year before — we arrived after it was closed — we went that afternoon to The Royal Observatory in Greenwich.

It is the home of Greenwich Mean Time, so pretty much everyone straddles the Prime Meridian between East and West, but there’s also a museum, and the views can hardly be beat, especially on a bright sunny day.

And really, they do exist in London.

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That night, we returned to The London Eye. We had gone there the year before, but during the day, and while it was nice, I really wanted to see it at night with the city all in lights.

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It was spectacular, and of course, at the apex everyone scurried to one side of the pod to make sure they could get the money shot over the Thames of Parliament and Big Ben.

All of that was great, but neither of those are the story Suzi and I carry from that day.

That happened at dinner.

As any reader of “Dinner With Cupid” (along with anyone who has ever been on a first date, especially a blind date) can tell you, conversation can be awkward. You’re trying to keep the conversation going and sound interesting, but not say anything stupid at the same time.

We were in a London restaurant, the name of which is lost to memory, but it was the only time I’ve ever eaten chicken tikka masala.

As I recall, it was good.

At a nearby table was a couple, both young, and clearly on a first, blind date.

As any reader of “Dinner With Cupid” (along with anyone who has ever been on a first date, especially a blind date) can tell you, conversation can be awkward. You’re trying to keep the conversation going and sound interesting, but not say anything stupid at the same time.

For example, if your date has a last name that clearly could be cause for snarky comments in the hands of the wrong people, it’s probably not the best idea to ask if they “caught a lot of crap” for it within the first 15 minutes. (In a different, less-forgiving world, I would be single at 47.)

So as we’re strategically overhearing what our would-be lovebirds are up to, he fires off this gem, presumably about the person who put the whole thing together, possibly on Tinder: “We probably wouldn’t even be on this date if it weren’t for your meddling friend.”

It was enough to make you want to walk over and say to him: “No … that thing you just said … no, don’t do that.”

She didn’t seem particularly annoyed, and they were still there when we left.

But as I think about that story — and I’ve told it a bunch of times since then — it occurred to me all of the things that could have happened between them in the past five years.

It could have been a one-and-done, ending either when they left the restaurant or perhaps the next morning. And even in that context, maybe they never saw each other again, or maybe they decided they were better off as friends.

They could have dated for a few weeks, months or years before breaking up.

Or they could be long-term partners, even married. Perhaps they have kids.

Maybe that night in a London restaurant — where possibly they noticed the older American couple sitting nearby, or not — is their origin story, the one they tell to people they first meet, the one that always kills.

Barring the story being passed around online and by some miracle making its way back to either of them, it would probably be impossible to find out.

But I would love to know.

What’s the most-cringeworthy thing someone has said to you on a first date? What about the most-cringeworthy thing you’ve said?

 

 

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