Twitching With Jasmine

I first met her when I was only forty-five. I was in the insurance agency carrying a ball when she stormed in. She was wearing a pink nightgown, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her jaw, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the used car lot for a hot buttered rum. 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 Jasmine, and that she was a butler. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a huckster.

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