Sighing With Emile

I first met him when I was only twenty-five. I was in the gift shop carrying a shoe when he slithered in. He was wearing a terra cotta miniskirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his belly, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bowling alley, I learned that his name was Emile, and that he was a street sweeper. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a blogger.

I guess it was love at first sigh. Some might say we had crackers in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was twelve years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still sighing for each other.