Swooning With Lucky

I first met him when I was only twenty-two. I was in the boutique carrying an etching when he skittered in. He was wearing a metallic red poodle skirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his hand, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the music store, I learned that his name was Lucky, and that he was a telemarketer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a flight mechanic.

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