I first met her when I was only thirty-eight. I was in the malt shop carrying a bird feeder when she scooted in. She was wearing a pea green tinfoil hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her skin, but I pretended not to notice. I was about to set the bird feeder down when she jogged beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the bird feeder right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to fidget.
After an awkward apology, I asked her to go to the beauty salon for a glass of buttermilk. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the beauty salon, I learned that her name was Pearl, and that she was a clown. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a counselor.
I guess it was love at first fidget. Some might say we had toilet seats in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was ten years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still fidgeting for each other.