Gasping With Roxie

I first met her when I was only thirty-nine. I was in the storage unit carrying a towel when she clambered in. She was wearing a beige polo shirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her vein, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the towel down when she skipped beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the towel right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to gasp.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the bank for a Mountain Dew. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the bank, I learned that her name was Roxie, and that she was a factory worker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a construction worker.

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