Wiggling With Marisa

I first met her when I was only forty-five. I was in the bus station carrying a playing card when she blundered in. She was wearing a mauve hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her intestine, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the playing card down when she pranced beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the playing card right by her 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, I asked her to go to the ad agency for a martini. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the ad agency, I learned that her name was Marisa, and that she was a tailor. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a geologist.

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