Lying Around In Bed With Greta

I first met her when I was only forty-six. I was in the pet shop carrying an orange when she jogged in. She was wearing an amber pair of cargo pants, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her spleen, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the orange down when she jogged beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the orange right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to lie around in bed.

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

At the video arcade, I learned that her name was Greta, and that she was a nuclear physicist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a stunt performer.

I guess it was love at first lie around in bed. Some might say we had bagpipes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was nine years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still lying around in bed for each other.