Last Saturday night was my company Christmas party. I went with Eduardo, of course. I was pretty excited about it although I was also a bit apprehensive as Eduardo is not comfortable speaking English. As expected, he was uncomfortable although the wandering magician made him laugh and helped him improve his mood.
And then disaster struck.
Eduardo does not particularly like Enrique. They haven’t met but I relayed my last telephone conversation with Enrique to Eduardo because its content concerned me and let’s just say that he wasn’t impressed and hasn’t wanted me to speak to Enrique again. That wasn’t much of a problem due to said last conversation.
So I go over to one of the few people that I think knows Eduardo just after we arrive hoping to strike up a conversation with them and get him feeling comfortable. And she says, "Oh I remember you, we met you downtown during the cherry blossom festival." Ummm… nope. I didn’t want to use Enrique’s name so I simply said, "wrong guy. You met Eduardo at the company picnic." I didn’t manage to get away with that as Eduardo wanted to know who she was confusing him with. *sigh* But he seemed to recover by simply saying that perhaps all hispanics look alike to her. *whew* Disaster averted…. for about 5 minutes until another co-worker came up and actually said, "Oh hi, you must be Enrique". Yeah…. now disaster is turning into a head-on collision. I have no explanation for why the confusion happened. It is not like these people would have heard me speak of Enrique (not that his name crosses my lips much these days.)
We ended up going up to the hotel room and having it out. I realize that it must not have been a great feeling to be confused with someone else but both of us have old relationships that are going to crop up now and again. We need to try to be adult and handle it in a mature way. For once, I spoke to my mind to him and told him exactly what I thought. I wasn’t mean. I was simply fed-up with being with a 5 year old. I then left to go back to the party. Within 5 minutes he called me back to the hotel room and apologized. He went back down to the party and I think that we ended up having a good time.
Do I just carry around bad luck? I don’t know. NOW, I am afraid that I will call him Enrique. I did it once – right near the beginning of our relationship – it didn’t go over well. I have been scared of doing it again. Eduardo has heard me call all kinds of people by the wrong name accidentally so I had hoped that if I do it again, he will realize that it is just me being me but I think this event pretty much will put the kibbosh on his understanding *sigh*
Everything is back to normal since yesterday afternoon. We have had a bit of a rough patch over the last couple of weeks but I think we have manuevered through it. Mom is arriving on Saturday so I am sure that will bring tensions a little higher in the next couple of weeks. I know that Eduardo is nervous about meeting my mother and my step-father.
So what is your most embarrassing moment?