She’s Still Turning Heads

This white-haired lady is still turning heads. I’m talking about Charlotte, the former Homecoming Queen who said yes to me 43 years ago.

So today was her birthday, and we ate at a fancy Mexican food place where she engaged the male, middle-aged, waiter in typical, warm, West Texas chit chat. He replied in an equally engaging, typical-Latin-lover-kind of way.  

I know what you’re thinking, and no, I’m not just a jealous husband. Read on.

Anyway, Charlotte commented on his beautiful Spanish accent, and I’ll admit, the way he rolled his R’s was striking.

So when the meal was over, the man brought the check and told my wife he wanted to say something to her in Spanish.

“Sure,” she replied, green eyes flashing (for the record, she says they weren’t flashing).

And he broke out in song. Really, I’m not making this up. In a strong, sexy tenor, Rudy (as in Rudy Valentino) sang a Mexican rendering of the 1970 hit “It’s Impossible.”

The whole place (and this is a big place) fell silent—all eyes on Rudy—and my blushing bride.

I wasn’t sure whether to smile, which I did, or get in his face, which I would have done if I had known the lyrics. Steamy stuff—look them up.

So Rudy finished to enthusiastic applause from other diners (more accurately, other female diners). Charlotte and I thanked him, laughed and left.

And walking across the parking lot, I was thankful, thankful for such a beautiful wife, and thankful that Rudy wasn’t around in 1968. 🙂