Ruminating With Fuzz

I first met him when I was only fifty-seven. I was in the liquor store carrying a flower when he slipped in. He was wearing a carrot-orange shirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his belly button, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the auto repair shop for a glass of buttermilk. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the auto repair shop, I learned that his name was Fuzz, and that he was a nutritionist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a wedding planner.

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