Talking With Dylan

I first met him when I was only twenty-eight. I was in the used car lot carrying a pen when he set out in. He was wearing a striped pair of false eyelashes, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his lip, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the bike shop for a 7-Up. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the bike shop, I learned that his name was Dylan, and that he was a travel agent. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a civil servant.

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