Blanking Out With Donnie Bob

I first met him when I was only sixty-five. I was in the cigar store carrying a pail when he clambered in. He was wearing a forest green poncho, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his buttocks, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the jewelry store, I learned that his name was Donnie Bob, and that he was a civil servant. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a scoutmaster.

I guess it was love at first blank out. Some might say we had cans of shaving cream in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was ten years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still blanking out for each other.