Puffing With Rover

I first met him when I was only twenty-eight. I was in the souvenir shop carrying a pickle when he sashayed in. He was wearing a chocolate brown wet suit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his forehead, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the sandwich shop, I learned that his name was Rover, and that he was a choir director. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a street artist.

I guess it was love at first puff. Some might say we had pairs of fuzzy dice in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eight years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still puffing for each other.