Men and women are different. We experience the same events but see them through our own lenses.
Nowhere is this more apparent than husbands and wives. You would think people going through life together might see those experiences the same, but when couples retell the same story, a listener might think it's two totally different incidents.
Such is the story of how my wife and I got together. When we talk about our dating life, particularly our engagement, we tell it differently.
Hope you enjoy the story.
In January 1994, I
faced a huge problem. At the time, I was living in Tokyo. Due to problems with
my visa, I needed to leave Japan within two weeks. During those two weeks,
Motoyo (Mo) visited me. While we were discussing my options, she asked if I
wanted to get married. Unbeknownst to her, I had my mother’s engagement ring. I
pulled it out and said, “Yes!”
The paragraph above is accurate, though,
in Mo’s opinion, I leave out numerous details. However, this is not unusual. She
claims my memory is faulty concerning our entire dating life.
I met Mo in
Japan in March 1993. At the time, I worked in Osaka. She coordinated PR for a
hotel on Awaji Island, a tourist spot only a short boat ride from Kobe. My
friends and I went to Awaji during the off-season, hoping to get away from busy
jobs and crowded cities. We succeeded beyond measure; the place seemed deserted.
More people visited Gilligan’s Island than were on Awaji Island while we were
The hotel where my wife worked offered monthly classical concerts
as part of a weekend package to increase off-season business. With nothing else
to do, my friends and I went into the hotel to ask about the concert.
The front desk clerk saw us enter and, concerned we might not speak
Japanese, got Mo to handle the situation as Mo speaks English. We ended up at
the concert, even attending a party afterwards for the violinist that had
performed. At the party, I got Mo’s phone number and called her a week later.
The stories since then from each of us:
Me: I was immediately
attracted to Mo from the minute I saw her and decided I would do whatever I
could to get to know her better.
Mo: You hit on the violinist, an
attractive Japanese woman in a low-cut blue dress. After striking out, you
introduced yourself to me.
Me: Our first date was at a nice
Italian restaurant in Osaka.
Mo: The food wasn’t great, but Walt was
Me: I was devoted to Mo from the beginning.
You were dating other girls besides me. They just lived farther away.
Me: I knew Mo was the only girl for me.
Mo: You knew
you would never find anyone else to put up with you.
So, when I tell
people that Mo proposed, she lets them know her side, stating I’d already
mentioned prior to that evening that I wanted to get married. She’d turned me
down, saying I should ask again after we’d dated for a year. That January night,
her question of us getting married was a discussion item ; she was caught
off guard by the ring (as well as my “crying” about possibly being deported and
not knowing when I would see her again).
We’ve been married nearly
seventeen years now.
This could change, if she sees this in print.