Lounging With Oliver

I first met him when I was only nineteen. I was in the sandwich shop carrying a lemon when he scampered in. He was wearing an azure tie, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his thumb, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the opera house, I learned that his name was Oliver, and that he was a stagehand. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a cheesemaker.

I guess it was love at first lounge. Some might say we had baby dolls in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was thirteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still lounging for each other.