Pacing With Leroy

I first met him when I was only sixty-eight. I was in the train depot carrying a peace pipe when he bounced in. He was wearing a purple pair of boxing gloves, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his finger, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the laboratory, I learned that his name was Leroy, and that he was a blogger. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a dentist.

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