Drooling With Bones

I first met him when I was only sixty-two. I was in the Starbucks carrying a piece of candy when he tramped in. He was wearing a navy blue pair of handcuffs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his calf, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the burger joint for a shot of bourbon. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the burger joint, I learned that his name was Bones, and that he was an administrative assistant. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a network administrator.

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