Doing Nothing With John

I first met him when I was only thirty-eight. I was in the café carrying a stopwatch when he padded in. He was wearing an indigo pair of glasses, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his thyroid gland, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the stopwatch down when he walked beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the stopwatch right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to do nothing.

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

At the haberdashery, I learned that his name was John, and that he was a construction worker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a lecturer.

I guess it was love at first do nothing. Some might say we had African violets in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was six years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still doing nothing for each other.