Quivering With Larry

I first met him when I was only twenty-one. I was in the craft store carrying a cookbook when he scampered in. He was wearing an aqua pair of shorts, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his Adam's apple, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the souvenir shop for a shot of tequila. 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 Larry, and that he was a peddler. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a fruit picker.

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