Getting Frazzled With Alan

I first met him when I was only thirty-three. I was in the bar carrying a bag of potato chips when he lurched in. He was wearing a terra cotta miniskirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his heel, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the bag of potato chips down when he zipped beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the bag of potato chips right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to get frazzled.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the fabric store for a painkiller. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the fabric store, I learned that his name was Alan, and that he was a professor. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an entertainer.

I guess it was love at first get frazzled. Some might say we had tennis rackets in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nine years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still getting frazzled for each other.