Twitching With Morris

I first met him when I was only thirty-eight. I was in the Starbucks carrying a toy when he crept in. He was wearing an emerald green pair of Crocs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his throat, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the toy down when he slumped beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the toy right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to twitch.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the brewery for a whiskey. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the brewery, I learned that his name was Morris, and that he was a bartender. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a psychiatrist.

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