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Slobbering With Steven

I first met him when I was only thirty-three. I was in the McDonalds carrying a map when he flew in. He was wearing an emerald green romper, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his jaw, but I pretended not to notice.


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

After an awkward apology, he asked me to go to the souvenir shop for a glass of wine. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the souvenir shop, I learned that his name was Steven, and that he was an editor. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a poet.

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