Yelling With Doris

I first met her when I was only eighteen. I was in the café carrying a pair of knitting needles when she danced in. She was wearing an emerald green pair of roller skates, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her knuckle, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the photography studio for a double latte. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the photography studio, I learned that her name was Doris, and that she was a physical therapist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a computer geek.

I guess it was love at first yell. Some might say we had feathers in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was seven years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still yelling for each other.