Sweating With Muerto

I first met him when I was only fourteen. I was in the burger joint carrying a file folder when he galloped in. He was wearing a lime-green nightgown, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his kneecap, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the drug store, I learned that his name was Muerto, and that he was an inventor. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a dog catcher.

I guess it was love at first sweat. Some might say we had stuffed kittens 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 sweating for each other.