Gasping With Nora

I first met her when I was only forty. I was in the photography studio carrying a mousetrap when she waddled in. She was wearing a sparkly Speedo, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her aorta, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bank, I learned that her name was Nora, and that she was a philosopher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a drug dealer.

I guess it was love at first gasp. Some might say we had calling cards in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was thirteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still gasping for each other.