Sniffing With Clem

I first met him when I was only sixty-four. I was in the movie theater carrying an antenna when he trekked in. He was wearing an ivory bodysuit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his hand, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the ad agency, I learned that his name was Clem, and that he was an au pair. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a flight attendant.

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