Today, my wife and I went to see the second Sherlock Holmes film: A Game of Shadows. It was a pretty good movie, not quite as good as the first, but I would definitely see it again. The fun part was that the movie reminded me of the time I went to see the first (modern) Sherlock Holmes film. It was not so much the movie of which I was reminiscing, rather, how I got there.
It was mid December 2009, and my friend Brad had scored a pair of sneak preview tickets to see the first Sherlock film. I was single at the time, and driving through the snow from Mayville to the Marcus Majestic in Brookfield, Wis. On my way, I decided to call a woman that I had met on eHarmony.com. We had been emailing back and forth for a couple of weeks and finally got to the point where we had become comfortable enough to talk on the phone.
We both had pretty busy schedules, but in an email she said, and I quote, “If you’re up for a chat my lame, boring, nerdy self will be proofreading a paper tomorrow night…”
She had me at “proofreading.”
We exchanged numbers and during my drive she sent me a text letting me know when she had an open window to talk.
It is important to note that this would be my first time calling her.
Even though we had been emailing back and forth enough to converse rather comfortably, I still had that nervous pit in my stomach when I hit the “send” button.
She and I talked and the conversation was rather easy. In fact, it seemed like we were both rather enjoying the conversation.
That was, of course, until I rear-ended a guy.
A man in a minivan was making a right turn onto
Capital Drive in Brookfield. He started to go and I started rolling forward while checking the traffic to my left.
Then, he abruptly stopped. I hit him at about three or four miles per hour.
“Uh,” I said, “I just ran into somebody. I’ll call you back.”
I quickly hung up the phone, put my car in park and got out. The man that I had rear-ended got out of his minivan. “Oh, man, I am so sorry,” he said, “That was totally my fault. I shouldn’t have stopped.”
I asked him if he wanted to exchange insurance information. He declined. Because it was snowing, I never did see if there was any damage to his car, but there was only a slight nick on the front of mine.
He and I went on our separate ways like nothing had happened.
Once I was back on the road for a few minutes, I called the woman back. I was completely embarrassed, and she thought that, perhaps, she had just witnessed the flakiest excuse for a guy to end a phone call.
It definitely made for an interesting first call.
We were married a year and a half later.
And that is my story of my last car accident and the last time I went to see Sherlock Holmes.