A long time ago (about 22 yrs ago), I took a GF to HI for a nice week long vacation
. One of the places I took her was a hike up to Sacred Falls. I had a nice waterproof camera
and since she wanted to take pics, I let her carry it.
We started on the trail and about halfway up, it started to rain. I told her we needed to walk a little faster so we could get in and out before a potential flash flood hit the narrow canyon. We continued and the rain kept on increasing in intensity. We got to Sacred Falls and the falls were pouring a lot more water
than I'd ever seen before, so I told her we needed to get a move on in a couple of minutes.
As we were about halfway back down the trail, the stream had gotten a lot deeper and more treacherous. Where it had been a mellow stream 1 ft deep, now it was rushing pretty fast and nearly 4 ft deep. Suddenly she slipped off a log and landed in the water
. She freaked out and I instinctively grabbed her forearm and scooped her out and back onto the bank.
She started crying and getting all emotional and thanking me for saving her life and how much she loved me and etc. etc. I was a little embarrassed by her emotional outburst so I joked, "I couldn't let you disappear with my waterproof camera
." As usual, that was the absolute wrong thing to say. She didn't see the humor
in it, at all. Not even a little bit.
"You farkin' arsehole!!! You couldn't admit that you love me? All you cared about was your stupid farkin' camera?? You don't give a crap about me, do you? Why did I even come up here to this death trap flash flood canyon with you anyways!!"
Oh my God! I just wanted her to stop yelling, so I told her I loved her, I didn't give a crap about the camera, I was only joking because I was uncomfortable with the emotions, etc. She finally forgave me after a nice dinner and some seriously hard headboard bashing. That seemed to release a lot of her anger.
About a month later, we saw a news story that there had been a flash flood and some people died up there and it's been closed ever since. About 2 months after that, we downgraded our relationship to "friends with benefits" and I took her to HI again a few yrs later and then to LA when I worked on the BP oil spill
in 2010. She still loved smashing the headboard, but at least she stopped using the "L" word. She jokingly called me "boyfriend #274."
In 2018 I ran into her again and she introduced me to "boyfriend #355." She then proceeded to embarrass me by telling him about the fun trip to Sacred Falls where I saved her life, except this time she thought the camera wisecrack was funny
and she left out all of the crazy stuff she said right after the incident. This time, I kept my stupid mouth shut and just smiled and laughed.
I'll let #355 figure her out on his own!