Paul Newman and Jeff and me

I thought this was so funny and so possible. Reminded me of the time I went to see this older boy (Jeff at 18) at a ice cream stand at the beach (I had met him earlier on the beach) when I was 14. He was flirting with me shamelessly and I thought I was so cool and so old. I was walking backward talking to him with my ice cream.....hit the car stop cement thing and fell and threw my ice cream come up in the air. So embarrassing. I died a thousand deaths. Believe it not, he wrote me for a couple of years when he went in the service. I did write him back.( found the letters).....from the response he made to my crazy questions, I should be equally embarrassed. He was really handsome. I did run into him in another city 15 years and 4 kids later.....he was still cute but still a teenager. It was just the beginning of many embarrassing moments.

Post any of your embarrassing moments on my blog...this could be fun....after you read Paul Newman.

Paul Newman

Only women of a certain era will fully appreciate this story. (if you don't understand this, tell your mother, she'll get it)
A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small New England town where Paul Newman and his family often visited. One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treat herself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone. She hopped in the car, drove to the center of the village and went straight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor.

There was only one other patron in the store: Paul Newman, sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee.
The woman's heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contact with those famous baby-blue eyes.
The actor nodded graciously and the star struck woman smiled demurely.

Pull yourself together! She chides herself. You're a happily married woman with three children, you're forty-five years old, not a teenager! The clerk filled her order and she took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and her change in the other. Then she went out the door, avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman's direction.

When she reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of change but her other hand was empty. Where's my ice cream cone? Did I leave it in the store? Back into the shop she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's hand or in a holder on the counter or something. No ice cream cone was in sight. With that, she happened to look over at Paul Newman.
His face broke into his familiar, warm, friendly grin and he said to the woman,

'You put it in your purse.'