Nice Day for a White Wedding

“You make a beautiful white wife,” declared the 22-year-old clerk behind the counter, as he rolled each of my purchases into rose-festooned tissue paper before placing them carefully into the bag.

Confused and simultaneously flustered, I felt my brain start to spin. Me? A white wife? In what sense? Was he commenting on my general pastiness and overall demeanor of good wifery? I was, after all, presenting skin less olive than most Turks’ and wearing all the plantation’s keys on a chatelaine around my waist.

Or, rather, did he mean, em, that I could be a beautiful white wife for him?

When I opted for a studiedly neutral response of, “Pardon?  I don’t understand,” he repeated his statement–“I say you make a beautiful white wife”–and blushed from head to toe, casting an embarrassed gaze at the counter.

Before buying time with another “Pardon? I don’t understand,” I quickly took stock of the situation:

–a young man in a liquor store was very friendly, helping me find the wines I was after, offering to help me carry my armful to the counter

–the same young man then struck up a conversation about how he has been in tourism school and loves tourists

–said young man then went on to ask about my profession; when I replied with “I’m an English teacher, and I have to tell you your English is so much better than my Turkish.  I’m impressed!”, he responded, “My English not good. You can help me sometimes?”

–I had showered that day

–Young Turks do not mind a foreign girlfriend, no matter how creaky her knees

–he was telling me, red-faced, alternately averting his eyes and then looking at me expectantly, that I’d make a spectacular white wife

The evidence all stacked up. Clearly, this was a proposal.

But how to extricate myself? I continued playing dumb–thereby further convincing him of my desirability as the female in his life–and repeated, “I’m so sorry. Pardon? I do not understand” while craning around to find my husband. If only I could get him to come into the store and be Very Tall next to me, the entire scenario would be re-framed, and the need for a response would fade.

Alas, Byron’s fine form was leaning against a wall out in the corridor of the mall, his posture indicating that he was well settled into the mental state known as I Am Dreamy And Zoney As I Stare At People Walking By.

Dang. He had no idea I was doing wild “Hep me, hep me” body language a mere twenty feet from his blanked-out state. Fortunately, though, my white self and his spacey self were clever enough about eleven years ago to produce a very on-top-of-things girl child. Quickly noting my “hep me, hep me” body language, she hied into the liquor shop and sidled up to my right hip just in time to hear a repetition of the exchange between my fiance and me.

“I say you make beautiful white wife.”

“PARDON? I really don’t understand.”

Emitting a sigh that sounded only the tiniest bit like exasperation, she stage whispered, “Mom. He’s telling you that you’re buying a beautiful white wine. See the bottle he’s wrapping up in that weird flowery tissue paper? He’s saying it’s a good choice.”


So he had been looking embarrassed because he was trying out his tourism-school English on me, and I hadn’t understood?

Not because he was laying his heart and intentions out on the counter?


As he continued the laborious process of wrapping each item in tissue paper (the six cans of beer, each rolled up with the kind of care and love I’d been basking in mere moments before, took a lifetime–a lifetime of half-expressed wishes and arrested possibilities), I rustled around in my wallet. Now I was the embarrassed one.

How silly of me to have thought he’d want me for white wife

when it’s obvious I have such aptitude as bloodshot boozehound.







16 responses to “Nice Day for a White Wedding”

  1. monica Avatar

    Wonderful scenario! At one second you frantically try to find a way of turning a proposal down, the next you feel insulted-like and
    "you don't want me?!!" "ME?"


    have the best of times in Bella Italia – do not resist in indulging in pasta carbonara, and such..

  2. haphazardlife Avatar

    White wife, we NEED to crack open a bottle of wine one day, you and me.Boo HA!

    – Jazz

  3. Mother Theresa Avatar
    Mother Theresa

    He'd be lucky to snag such a fine white wife! Especially one with such good taste in wine.

  4. secret agent woman Avatar
    secret agent woman

    60 to 0 in how many seconds? 🙂

  5. alwaysinthebackrow Avatar

    At least your daughter didn't realize what you thought he said….did she? Kids do keep us grounded in one way or another.
    But I say, take it as a compliment either way….a good white wife or white wine. Not so different, after all.

  6. Star Avatar

    Enjoy Italy! I would love to visit there again. You can practice your feminine wiles on the Italian men!

  7. Jenn @ Juggling Life Avatar
    Jenn @ Juggling Life

    Have a great trip–and find yourself a beautiful red wife.

  8. kmkat Avatar


    As another who often misunderstands the spoken word — particularly when spoken with an accent — I empathize.

    Doesn't keep me from snorting, though…

  9. Pam Avatar

    I'm glad he didn't add that unfortunately his white wife at home was cheap…or that he believed a beautiful white wife should be kept down in the cellar, or even heaven forbid, better shared with friends than enjoyed alone. No wonder you needed extra stalling time!
    Here in Australia it is not uncommon to keep beautiful white wife cool, submerged under the river water or stream, while the the picnic food is being unpacked, though some forget the exact spot, or see a bobbing shape off in the distance that makes them wish they'd left the 'beautiful white wife' next to the smelly cheese and chicken sandwiches after all.

  10. Nora Avatar

    That's great. I hope you weren't let down too much after all. I'm glad you are able to choose such great white wines. You already knew you made a great white wife, or that in any color. Just ask the groom.

  11. Deborah Avatar

    Oh Jocelyn, you are fabulously good at taking a tiny little incident. which in lesser hands would be nothing more than a tossed-off joke, and wrapping it up in a hugely entertaining story.
    So funny! I never saw it coming. That might even be the best part of it.

  12. tattytiara Avatar

    Hee hee hee hee hee oh – that was Funny.

  13. Pearl Avatar

    Aww! How sweet though!

    Around the world, we blush. I rather like that.


  14. Patois Avatar

    But you WOULD make such a fine white wife. I will have two of you, please.

  15. geewits Avatar

    I hope you guys have a blast in Italy. And there's nothing funnier than a simple misunderstanding. I loved it! (but you still haven't told me how the toilet paper stays dry in the shower-spraying toilets. I really need to know.)

  16. lime Avatar

    oh now that is hilarious. bless the sharp progeny you have for setting everyone straight.

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