Last night I was at a thank you dinner for a committee that I have been involved with. The committee is made up solely of women and we were invited to bring our partners. Our host suggested that the gentlemen move seats with each course (only three, thank goodness). Fortunately I was able to sit with my husband for the entrée.
For the main course I was seated next to a quiet man and I really had to work hard:
Me: So how many children do you have?
Him: Two
Me: Boys or girls, both? How old?
Him: Two boys, nine and twelve.
Me: Are they similar, do they get along?
Him: Not really
Me: Oh…
Okay, you get my drift, it was a laborious task.
Dessert was served and my new dining companion was a little easier to talk to, perhaps too easy:
Me: Nice to meet you.
Him: I hate these f***** things, don’t you?
Me: Sorry, who is your wife?
Him: The blonde over there flirting with every man here. She spends more time on words with friends in bed than with me. Hey you’re cute you know.
Me: Oh, I love words with friends….
Needless to say it was a relief when coffee was served and we were allowed to mingle. I quickly found my husband.
Sitting next to a burdensome dinner partner can be quite a challenge. While last night was rather tiring, I must share my most arduous event.
Quite a few years ago, and in the infancy of our relationship, my husband and I were invited to a wedding in Italy. The bride was an ‘old friend’ (translation: ex) of my husband. We stayed with them and the other guests at the villa that they had rented. The villa was exquisite; a faded but grand beauty, complete with its own wedding chapel. It would become my prison. This was a weeklong celebration for the couple or more correctly, the bride.
The wedding dinner was at the end of the very long week. The ballroom was incredible, elegant candelabras that flickered with a soft golden light adorned each table and an abundance of flowers spilled from their centrepieces.
In awe of my surrounds, I weaved through the crowd to view the table allocation.
‘There you are,’ I said to my husband as I pointed to his name, ‘Oh great, all our friends are on our table too! Wait, hmmm, I can’t seem to find my name…’ I continued searching until I found it. My heart fell.
I was seated at a table at the opposite end of the room. Actually, I was seated between the Italian priest (a man with very little English and a very large appetite for red wine) and the flamboyant Italian wedding planner (who by this stage was frantic and frazzled). They conversed and gesticulated madly in Italian, occasionally offering the briefest of translations, only to smile apologetically, give up and continue with what seemed like their wildly entertaining stories. I was alone. I felt as unwelcome as the McDonalds in the local piazza.
I was younger then and I just accepted the hand that fate or more accurately, a jealous bride, had dealt me. Now that I can reflect on this, I feel sorry that the bride was so insecure about my presence that she would do such a thing.
Oh the games some people play. I’ll take words with friends any day.
Who was your most challenging dinner partner?
November 11, 2014 at 7:17 pm
Oh another good post ❤️
Regards,
Peta Gray
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November 15, 2014 at 4:09 pm
I cannot compete; am happy to say I have missed the games you describe!
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November 16, 2014 at 9:09 am
I was the quiet stranger a few years ago. It was difficult for anyone to get anything out of me even though I was inwardly yearning to have a great conversation. It took a lot of effort to be able to talk to strangers, but put me next to a friend and I am chatterbox.
Sad that the bride (or whoever) had to put you so far away from your husband 😦
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November 16, 2014 at 1:07 pm
There’s nothing wrong with being the quiet stranger. It’s better to sit next to someone who is happy to listen than the sleazy drunk! You’re right about sitting with friends. Thanks for reading. 🙂
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November 18, 2014 at 11:11 am
WOW! Loving your blog! So relatable and easy to read! Love the way you process your thoughts, very similar to mine! I am so glad you commented on my post otherwise who knows if i would have ever been fortunate enough to find your blog! I had a similar situation happen not too long ago at a get together with many of my friends! Have a great night look forward to reading your posts!
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December 2, 2014 at 9:20 pm
Sounds like a jealous bride.. She shouldn’t be getting married if she’s still into her ex.. You must be a strong women, cuz I would have spoke my mind and would have probably got kicked out haha… I like your Blog, very talented my dear 😉
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December 2, 2014 at 9:23 pm
Thanks for commenting. At least she gave me something to write about! 🙂
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December 2, 2014 at 9:27 pm
There ya go! I just made my account yesterday, so I’m trying to get the hang of everything… I love to write and have so many note books filled with stuff and they are taking up to much space my hubby said, so he found this site for me… Gonna give it a try I guess haha
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