Blowing Up With Xaviera

I first met her when I was only eighteen. I was in the Starbucks carrying a coat hanger when she padded in. She was wearing a red nightgown, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her antenna, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the malt shop, I learned that her name was Xaviera, and that she was a butcher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a clerk.

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