Wiggling With Warren

I first met him when I was only twenty-one. I was in the music store carrying an accordion when he whirled in. He was wearing a silver pair of Oxfords, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his claw, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the travel agency, I learned that his name was Warren, and that he was a minister. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a music teacher.

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