Hiding With Rosemary

I first met her when I was only sixty-seven. I was in the antique store carrying a candy cane when she sashayed in. She was wearing a green smartwatch, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her eyeball, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the art museum, I learned that her name was Rosemary, and that she was an archeologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a wine merchant.

I guess it was love at first hide. Some might say we had pizzas 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 hiding for each other.