Swooning With John Paul

I first met him when I was only sixty-seven. I was in the furniture store carrying a broom when he ran in. He was wearing a striped sweatshirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his calf, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the butcher shop for an Irish Coffee. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the butcher shop, I learned that his name was John Paul, and that he was an invalid. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a tattoo artist.

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