While my wife and I we were “hanging out” (i.e. “not dating”), we went out to eat at several restaurants. About a month or two before we got engaged, I recommended that we go to an Indian restaurant on Center Street in Provo. I’d been to that restaurant several times before--with my boss and coworkers, with my siblings, or on dates. “We’ve been there before” I insisted, while she insisted “No we haven’t.”
We didn’t go to that restaurant that day, nor for several months. I would periodically offer it as an option, always mentioning that we’d been there before. I even offered some extra knowledge about the last time we went there saying, “You were mad at me. We had a fight.” I usually remember emotional impressions better than specific details. She would reply, “No we haven’t and I don’t remember being angry at an Indian restaurant. I don’t even remember eating Indian food with you”. I even tried to key in on some details about what our previous fight was about. Nothing jogged her memory.
My wife has an excellent memory for places, and I was certain that we had been to this restaurant together. I figured that if I could just get her to go to this restaurant then she would remember our previous date and we could reconcile our differing memories.
Well, about a month and a half after we got married, I finally persuaded her to go to this restaurant with me so she could remember our previous date there. I arrived and parked shortly after she did. I opened her car door, helped her out of her car, walked her to the restaurant, opened the door, and she walked in and said, “I’ve never been here in my life.”
Whoops.
I must have conflated her with at least one, possibly two, previous women I had taken on dates there, and I had attributed an argument with a previous date to my wife! Yikes! Thankfully, I’m “cute” and she forgives my idiocy.
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