Rolling With Marybel

I first met her when I was only twenty-eight. I was in the gift shop carrying a rag when she breezed in. She was wearing a silver diaper, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her stomach, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the travel agency for a cup of espresso. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the travel agency, I learned that her name was Marybel, and that she was an engineer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a builder.

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