Turning Blue With Dagmar

I first met her when I was only twenty-nine. I was in the pharmacy carrying a magnet when she breezed in. She was wearing a salmon coonskin hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her heart, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the laboratory for a dose of cod liver oil. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the laboratory, I learned that her name was Dagmar, and that she was a philanthropist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a house spouse.

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