Bawling With Jamie

I first met him when I was only thirty-three. I was in the malt shop carrying a protest sign when he climbed in. He was wearing a pink pair of knickerbockers, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his toupee, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the supermarket, I learned that his name was Jamie, and that he was a landscaper. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a system administrator.

I guess it was love at first bawl. Some might say we had ice cream cones in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was ten years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still bawling for each other.