ossobuco wrote:Jl, no, no, no, that was on Gretna Green Way, south of Montana Avenue. That is my old neighborhood. .
This reminded me of something I have regretted several times.
I had this Italian girlfriend.
She was smart, beautiful, cultured, had a great body and was amazing in bed.
One summer we went on vacation to Scotland. We took long walks. We had scones at 5 O'clock. We made love in an abandoned castle near Loch Ness.
So one afternoon, she told me: "Why don't we go to Gretna Green and get married?...". My eyes opened. "...not for real, just for the fun of it", she added.
I didn't know what Gretna Green was. I didn't know if she meant it or not. If she did seriously want to marry me or not. What did marriage mean to her? What did it mean to me?
I cowered.
This isn't recent at all (1977), but I still wonder if cowering was one the stupidest things I have done in my life.
My friends who knew her say it is.