Groaning With Alexander

I first met him when I was only twenty-seven. I was in the Starbucks carrying a rock when he went in. He was wearing an aquamarine shirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his belly, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the auto repair shop for a dose of cod liver oil. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the auto repair shop, I learned that his name was Alexander, and that he was a wallpaper hanger. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a coin collector.

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