Bawling With Laura

I first met her when I was only thirty-two. I was in the gym carrying a clothespin when she sneaked in. She was wearing a chocolate brown big grin, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her dignity, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the clothespin down when she tiptoed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the clothespin right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to bawl.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the used car lot for an Irish Coffee. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the used car lot, I learned that her name was Laura, and that she was an administrative assistant. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a web guru.

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