Freaking Out With Reba

I first met her when I was only sixty-four. I was in the electronics store carrying an urn when she capered in. She was wearing a purple bathrobe, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her eyeball, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the novelty shop for a glass of lemonade. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the novelty shop, I learned that her name was Reba, and that she was a psychiatrist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a loan officer.

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