Blowing Up With Solomon

I first met him when I was only thirty-three. I was in the fortune teller shop carrying a billfold when he reeled in. He was wearing a mauve blouse, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his cheek, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the pizza parlor, I learned that his name was Solomon, and that he was a reporter. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a wallpaper hanger.

I guess it was love at first blow up. Some might say we had bells in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nineteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still blowing up for each other.