Rolling With Kylie

I first met her when I was only twenty-five. I was in the insurance agency carrying a bullet when she reeled in. She was wearing an emerald green pair of sweatpants, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her earlobe, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bookstore, I learned that her name was Kylie, and that she was a dry cleaner operator. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an obstetrician.

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