Partying With Mary Lou

I first met her when I was only twelve. I was in the music store carrying a magnifying glass when she slumped in. She was wearing a camouflage cocktail dress, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her hand, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the train depot, I learned that her name was Mary Lou, and that she was a prison guard. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a day care provider.

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