Talking With Triffid

I first met her when I was only thirty-six. I was in the Hallmark shop carrying a Big Gulp when she sallied forth in. She was wearing a periwinkle military uniform, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her Achilles tendon, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the gym, I learned that her name was Triffid, and that she was a yoga instructor. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a florist.

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