Cheering With Ken

I first met him when I was only thirty-nine. I was in the beauty salon carrying a bugle when he ran in. He was wearing a crimson G-string, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his spine, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the coffee shop for a glass of apricot juice. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the coffee shop, I learned that his name was Ken, and that he was an elementary school teacher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a stockbroker.

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