Dilly-dallying With Ling

I first met her when I was only sixty-three. I was in the hair salon carrying a whistle when she slid in. She was wearing a polka dotted rain coat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her eye, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the insurance agency, I learned that her name was Ling, and that she was a tattoo artist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a deer rancher.

I guess it was love at first dilly-dally. Some might say we had roses in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was six years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still dilly-dallying for each other.