“Do you want to go on a date with me?”
It had only been a few weeks since I found out about Matt’s affair. With an instant punch, my life began to spiral into the ravine of lost dreams. With naïvety, I believed when I gave my ultimatum, me or her, he’d pick me. I was sure of it.
Except, he didn’t.
He agreed with my decision for him to move out until he made his final decision, so when he called and asked me out on a real date, I was hopeful. He promised that he had ended his other relationship, and wanted to give us a try.
As I got ready for our date, I painted my nails, wore bright lipstick, and put on my tallest heels. I’m a typical low maintenance girl, but tonight was different. Tonight was special. I didn’t have any perfume (remember, low maintenance), so I went to our guest bathroom and rummaged around until I found a small perfume sample I was given for participating in a church fashion show. I dabbed some on, and then waited for my date to arrive.
Matt showed up at the door with flowers. We had been married for nine years, but that night no one would’ve believed it. We were polite, but leery. We were kind, but distant. We were on an awkward first date.
On the way to the concert, Matt said, “Man, you smell good. You’re wearing Flower Bomb, and it smells amazing.”
I smiled, and asked, “What’s it called? And how do you know the name of it?”
“You know, Flower and then, Bomb”. He gestured with his hand in a bomb motion. “Flower Bomb. I don’t know how I know the name. I think someone at church wears it.”
We enjoyed the rest of our awkward first date and chose to ignore the elephant in the room. We’d fight over the elephant another day, but that night was about giving us a chance, and it was a good night.
The next day, Matt showed up at
our my home. “I wasn’t truthful with you last night. I didn’t want to ruin our date, but she wears Flower Bomb. That’s how I knew what you were wearing.”
No. This was all wrong. You mean to tell me, the ten times he told me how delicious I smelled was because that’s the perfume the other woman wears. You mean, when he told me he couldn’t stop smelling me, he was thinking of HER? You mean to tell me, I, the wife, reminded my husband of the other woman. It should’ve been the other way around!
For the first time since finding out about the affair, I began to sob. The kind of sobs that came from deepest wounded place of my soul. The reality of my defeat was profound, and I gave in to the pain. As my body began to convulse, Matt wrapped his arms around me and said over and over, “I’m so sorry I’ve hurt you.”
When the storm passed, I had one thing clear in my mind. I will never make that mistake again. Never again will I remind people of someone else. From that day forward, people will be reminded of me when around others. I would wear perfume every single day for the rest of my life.
A couple of days later, Matt sat me down and gave me his decision. I wasn’t it.
The bottom of my life dropped out, and perfume was the least of my worries. Perfume was a forgotten mist as I tumbled into the blackness. Except, Love has a way of catching those he loves in His net.
One night, I was sitting in my sister’s room. She’s the opposite of me. Remember, I’m the low maintenance one when it comes to beauty products. Well, my sister’s room looks like a salon. That night we chatted while she painted my nails. She was doing her best to help me feel better. As my nails dried, I wandered around her room looking through her polishes and eye-liners.
“So, you have anything you want to get rid of?” I love when my sister purges her beauty supply, because that means I get tons of new stuff.
“Actually, would you want this? I just bought it, but I have so many bottles of perfume, I’ll never wear it.” Unknowing of my failed awkward first date, my sister handed me a full bottle of Romance. Romance was the last bottle of perfume Matt bought me years ago.
Love heard me. Love saw my broken heart, and he swept in to pull me close to His heart. That bottle of perfume was more than a bottle, it was a kiss from Love. He whispered to me that night, I always think of you. You never leave my thoughts, and you never remind me of someone else. You are always the one I think of when I’m with you, my love.
I accepted my gift from Love.
I wore that Romance everyday for almost a year as our marriage was repaired. This past Christmas, Matt surprised me with a new bottle of perfume. The perfume I picked out was expensive. In fact, the sales lady said, “Wow, your wife has expensive taste”, but I don’t feel guilty.
I never save it for special occasions, because I’ve learned that I am the special occasion, and every time I squirt on my perfume I know Love is thinking of me.