Panting With Velma

I first met her when I was only seventeen. I was in the pharmacy carrying a pizza when she strolled in. She was wearing a burgundy necktie, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her leg, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the sandwich shop for a glass of iced tea. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the sandwich shop, I learned that her name was Velma, and that she was a radio announcer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an aeronautical engineer.

I guess it was love at first pant. Some might say we had fountain pens in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was six years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still panting for each other.