Dancing With Grover

I first met him when I was only thirty-nine. I was in the office supply store carrying a flute when he stalked in. He was wearing a jade beard, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his lip, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the bike shop 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 bike shop, I learned that his name was Grover, and that he was a day care provider. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a bodyguard.

I guess it was love at first dance. Some might say we had bottles in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was ten years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still dancing for each other.