i lied.
we're doing the best we can.
i was nineteen. your grandma was eighteen. i was an architect. i worked in the front office with a big window. your grandma would come out every morning and post the mail. then she'd sneak a smoke.
i thought she was the prettiest girl i'd ever seen, so i got up my courage and waited by the postbox to say hello.
that's right. so she pushed me aside, and said, "move, big fella."
he'll be fine. today is a lot of pressure for anyone, let alone such a young boy.
we did.
now, granted, it was a different time. people married earlier, and weren't as promiscuous as they are now. they were more promiscuous than the movies of the time would lead you to believe, but still.
and we went through several periods where we were apart - months where i was away on business or estelle was off on location - and we managed to make it through.
now, i'm not saying it was easy, or even that it's something that you should do. but just that it's possible. and it's the thing i'm most proud of. being faithful to one woman is the greatest accomplishment of my life.
honey, what is it?
michael? you had an affair with my business partner?
i called you every day, even when i was so exhausted i couldn't even stand up long enough to take a shower. i still called.
then why do this? why tell me now?
sad fact is, estelle, the truth makes everything else seem like a lie.
just one please.
you don't understand -
thank you very much, young man.
it's valentine's day. there's got to be a story there.
not a good story, or not a good ending.
oh really? today i found out my wife cheated on me.
bourbon?
so tell me about your girl. where is she?
i know what bullshit means, son.
that's my girl.
she still is.
you know - i have this story i tell my grandson about how we met. i tell it the same every time - it goes like this: i was nineteen. estelle was eighteen. i was an architect. i worked in the front office with a big window. she would come out every morning and post the mail. i thought she was the prettiest girl i'd ever seen, so i got up my courage and waited by the postbox to say hello. only i didn't say a word because i was afraid. so she pushed me aside, and said, "move, big fella." but i kept coming back every day until she agreed to go out with me.
it is. too bad it's, as you say, bullshit.
i mean, don't get me wrong, all of that happened. but the part i leave out is what happened after. our first date was a crushing failure.
after a few weeks, yes. but i had put so much pressure on that one date that it was bound to fail. our second date we went on a walk. that's it. it wasn't until we stripped away all expectation that we really began to fall in love.
estelle? estelle? over here!