Glaring With Britt

I first met him when I was only twenty-eight. I was in the souvenir shop carrying a candy cane when he lumbered in. He was wearing a forest green jumper, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his tail, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the ice cream parlor, I learned that his name was Britt, and that he was a zookeeper. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a masseuse.

I guess it was love at first glare. Some might say we had playing cards in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eighteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still glaring for each other.