Bouncing With Morris

I first met him when I was only forty-six. I was in the health food store carrying a stuffed bunny when he strolled in. He was wearing a white bra, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his Adam's apple, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bowling alley, I learned that his name was Morris, and that he was a geologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a researcher.

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