Sweating With Bridget

I first met her when I was only seventeen. I was in the nail salon carrying a business card when she waded in. She was wearing a violet blouse, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her gut, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the business card down when she swung beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the business 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 sweat.

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

At the flower shop, I learned that her name was Bridget, and that she was a wedding planner. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an electrician.

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