First Impressions Do Count.

Some times in life, I just have a knack for ‘pooping in my own nest’ (how Australian is that!).  Usually it is caused by not thinking through my actions.  I am all about enthusiasm, less about long term affect.

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It is now 22 years since I first planted my foot on German soil.  I can still remember how scary the machine-gun toting police looked at Frankfurt airport.  And it was my first meeting with the parent’s of Mr Dear Husband.  All I could think of was making a good impression.  Hoping they would like me, really like me (hello Sally Fields) and therefore, accept that this Non-German, Non-German-Speaking, Non-Catholic Australian girl was good enough for their Golden Boy (believe me, for them he is).

It didn’t start well. 

All I could think about after a 24 hour flight was a hot shower, comfy pants (preferably with elastic waist and maybe holes in the knees), and flaking out.  But the parents had other ideas.  Straight from the Airport we went to their graceful home. I saw the glint of crystal and antique china cups.  A beautifully pressed damask tablecloth.  All set for ‘a little bite to eat’.

The bathroom mirror was not my friend as I frantically tried to make myself suitable to sit at such a regal table.  I scrubbed my face, pulled my hair back and slapped my cheeks.  It would have to do.  Smiled and nodded as I took my place, and accepted a delicately made open sandwich.  Watched as my cup was filled with a dark, evil looking, black liquid.  I can still smell it now.  My eyes started to water and I took my first sip of real German coffee.

Before I could stop it, the taste overpowered my tongue and went into involuntary spasm.  This was no ordinary coffee, this coffee had been brewing since Golden Boy had left 3 years ago.  The unfamiliar strong acrid taste of the coffee caused  my lips to contort into a fish mouth and I watched helplessly as a long, thin stream, shot out, leaving a perfect arc of brown half way across the pristine white table. Silence.  This is the moment when aliens could have come to collect me and I would have offered myself up to their probing.

To their credit, the parents didn’t say a thing.  Mr Dear Husband had those little red spots on his cheeks that come only when he wants to be someplace else, and I just tried to pretend that nothing had happened.

Not a good start. 

With a slight of hand, Mr Dear Husband’s mother surreptitiously moved a few of the plates around to cover my disgrace.  Nothing was ever mentioned.  I should have realised right then and there that I had just shown them my true self – and they were never going to let me forget it.

Today, I am still a tea drinker, and have never been offered coffee since.

PS: Thinking I might make this a regular feature of my blog, telling you all about the ridiculous calamities I have managed to get up to over the years.  And believe me when I say there were plenty… what do you think?

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13 responses to “First Impressions Do Count.

  1. Enjoyed the post. I've thought about doing the same, but unfortunately my husband has told certain persons that I have a blog, which really ties my hands. (Believe me, I would not be as generous as you are.) Do it. You are entertaining when describing your experiences. I think it would be an enjoyable read.

  2. VB: I do worry, but I also have the element of blogging in a foreign language… And as I am usually the butt of my stories.. I figure that I can scrap through. I have been thinking a bit lately about who reads my blog, wondering if I curb my thoughts to accomadate.

  3. ooooh, yes please…..that would be most entertaining. German coffee, black after a I know not how long flight. Brutal.Word, dupsot…some poor sot who is just way way waaaayyyy too gullible.

  4. Oreneta: dupsot… I think that about sums me up! Ha ha ha..

  5. DO IT!You know you want to!!I think I still embarass my outlaws afer 20 years of being related to them…

  6. Yes, I too, have prying eyes on my blog. The out-laws and my parents. That's my main blogging frustration right now; I want to branch out, take non-family readers with me, but alas, I cannot. Not that I want to bad-mouth them or anything, just a little freedom. hahaha; the word is: outch!

  7. Thanks for poppin' by on my SITS day. I'm feelin' the love believe me! The comments hit 490! What a ride!

  8. Okay I have a SYSTEM for responding to comments but since you asked about knitting, you just to the head of the line and get two comments…yes Bella as in the mitts she is wearing in the movie….I'm SUCH a geek!

  9. Verena: I know my outlaws love me 'in their own way'… Oh the stories I could tell.. lolBTW: There is no way to comment on your blog… really enjoying your posts.Lydia: Yes.. that is a worry.. sort of like The Culling.. a conundrum for the 21st century, especially when it is family that often supplies us with our best stories.Ally: You are welcome! It was exciting.

  10. Whoa, certainly didn't make a good first impression there! I never drink coffee so this would never happen to me. Like the idea of sharing your calamities on here.Visiting from SITS.

  11. Great story. Thanks for sharing and would love to hear more! I like their reaction, too, and it sounds like you are part of a wonderful family.

  12. What a great post! Just stopping by from SITS to say hello. Hope you have a great weekend!

  13. I so love your describing talent!About blogging freedom, one can always open a new blog in incognito. 😉

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