Who Will Lead Whom?

Uh-Oh, Something’s Missing! 

Time to freshen up!
Time to freshen up!

My brother wandered over to see the tee-shirts and also to give us some time alone together. My late ‘entrance’ jumpstarted the conversation. The first ‘blind’ date awkwardness bypassed us.

The lipstick! “Um, I need to go to the restroom.” I picked up my cane and stood up. Before my date could say a word, I rushed off to the powder room—which the waiter kindly pointed out to me—to apply my lipstick, fluff up my hair and freshen up. It must have taken me longer than I thought because I heard a tap on the door. “Amy, are you … lost?”

Ha! Would I hear this line forever after?

Is that why he followed me? If this was the start of a new relationship, I would definitely have to have to retrain his thinking in regard to my independence.

“Be right out.” As I felt around for the hand blower or a paper towel dispenser—equipment always found in different locations—I narrowly escaped dipping my purse in the toilet as my cane fell sideways and hit the floor with a clatter.

“What’s going on in there?” The second most coveted response a woman wants to hear from her date as she tries to muffle sounds in the bathroom.

Flustered, I hurried out to the dining areas while plumping my coral-pink lips.

He noticed the new color and whispered how beautiful I looked.

As my date took my hand, my heart beat out a he-likes-me, he-likes-me refrain. We strolled around the restaurant, hand-in-hand, checking out the signed hotdog buns.

We tried to find President Carter’s and the astronaut’s buns.

Then just like that, it was time to leave. My brother went on ahead to give us time to say goodbye. We stood outside the restaurant making doe eyes at each other to delay the inevitable. My date latched onto my hand even more tightly. “You’re not getting out of my sight—at least until we cross the parking lot,” he whispered.

“My cane!”


“It’s in the bathroom. I left my purse there, too!” My purse had a ton of money I had withdrawn for the trip. I really needed to get that—pronto.

“Let me help you find it,” he said, sounding a bit dazed at the quick turn of events.

“My purse?” I asked, still preoccupied with the money aspect of it.

“No. The restroom.”

“Oh.” Not a good plan. What man ever took his date to the restroom? I suddenly remembered the fireman. Huh, this time my date would be leading me! This is a trick, I thought, forgetting I was the one who forgot everything.

My date paid for our meal and I didn’t need to find my way around. For just a moment, I left my blindness behind as we moved forward holding hands, walking side-by-side, neither leading the other.

In the end, we compromised. The waiter helped me find the restroom. There, leaning against the wall was my cane. I scanned the room for my purse. There it was, next to the toilet. Grabbing it, I checked my wallet for the cash. Yep, all there I reapplied my lipstick before making  my way back to the entrance, sweeping my cane ahead.

The compromise continued as we left the restaurant. I swept my cane forward with my right hand and held onto the crook of his arm with my left. This had nothing to do with need. It had everything to do with romance—on my terms.

Streetlights glared against the dark paved road. “The parking lot is across the street to the left,” I said. As we paraded over, I heard three quick toots—a signal my brother and I had established to locate his car more easily—and paused.

My date walked me over to the passenger’s side. There, he pulled me into a hug and kissed me goodnight. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he whispered as if he lived next door. “Don’t get lost in any more parking lots tonight,” he teased with a light smile and squeezed me tight. With a final kiss, he opened the door for me. “Got your cane. Your purse. Anything else?”

I shook my head, a little choked up.

He closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side..

The window came down and my date spoke, “Thanks for comin’ tonight. Don’t get too close to the fireworks and take care of your sister.”

“You’re welcome. We’ll be back to Tony Packo’s,” my brother assured him and added, “She’ll be okay. I’ll watch out for her.”

I had a feeling my life was going to take a turn for the better. We’d find ways to meet up. As we drove down the road, my brother and I laughed about the funny events that happened.

Sometimes this world traveler leads with a giant step forward over an ocean or desert. Sometimes she takes a step back to gauge how far she’s come in a brand new country called Cane Confessions. The really good days are when she can find the medium between them both and choose which one  to embrace.

What are some of the great realizations that you’ve hit upon by accident? Can you think of a situation when you’ve been true to yourself without making a big deal out of someone else’s perception … or misconception?

You have just read “Who Will Lead Whom? Part 3” by Amy L. Bovaird. Copyright March 12, 2016. Please take a few minutes to make my day and leave a comment! Thanks!

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4 thoughts on “Who Will Lead Whom? Part 3

  • March 13, 2016 at 4:12 pm

    I loved this series. It’s wonderful; full of love and romance and suspense. I can’t wait to hear more!

  • March 13, 2016 at 5:13 pm

    Hi Melissa!
    Thanks for commenting and the encouragement. I broke this up “Who Will Lead Whom?” in manageable chunks for my blog but it’s actually one story in my book. It’s part of a section there called Parading through Parking Lots.
    How are things going with you and Larry?
    take care!

  • March 17, 2016 at 11:26 am

    Hi Amy, my brain was telling me “go to Part 1” but NOoooo I had to start with Part 3 hahaha. Now I’ve got some catching up to do. I was with you on the money thing when you realized you forgot your purse.

  • March 22, 2016 at 8:06 am

    Sweet story Amy.
    The first time I went for coffee with my last boyfriend I immediately went for it, upon exiting the car to go into the coffee shop, and asked him if I could hold onto his arm. I held my cane with the other hand and in we went.
    He always brought that first meeting up afterward, saying how he’d appreciated my coming right out and asking him that, like I was signaling I could place my trust in him. It set the tone for the rest of our relationship.
    It’s a risk. It’s scary and hard to know how much of yourself, as a woman, with a disability like blindness, on a meeting as sensitive as a first date is, to put forward, to reveal. It’s hard for everybody already, but just that added layer of uncertainty and apprehension.
    Looking forward to this latest book even more now, after reading this.
    Would love to do another review on my blog, whenever you’re ready, if you are up for it.
    Off to read the review you’ve just done.

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