“So…we were standing outside the coffee shop, he with a giant rose and me with a pounding heart, and he said, ‘I guess I was supposed to say will you go out with me.’”
“It wasn’t a coffee shop, it was a grocery store.”
“No, there was a Starbucks in the grocery store and we were standing outside of the Starbucks.”
“I bought the rose at the grocery store, and then told them to have you come outside. So, it was outside the grocery store.”
“Ok, fine. It was a grocery store. Does it really matter?”
One of my favorite movies is “When Harry Met Sally,” especially the interviews with the couples on how they got together. I love swapping stories. Get me in a room with a bunch of college students, and my college anecdotes pour out. If there’s an engaged or newlywed couple near, I’ll wax poetic about proposals and first years. Even a chance encounter with a pregnant woman in Target can bring out the storyteller in me. Sharing life with others fills my soul. That’s a major reason why I have a blog.
The thing about a story is that it is personal. Two people can live out the same event, and come away with completely different accounts. The old couple in “When Harry Met Sally” cracks me up because they argue over every detail.
Perspective, character and personality filter how we perceive our life experiences.