Begging With Alex

I first met him when I was only sixty-one. I was in the health food store carrying a pain pill when he walked in. He was wearing a burgundy tank top, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his lip, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bowling alley, I learned that his name was Alex, and that he was an astrologer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a fortune teller.

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