Relaxing With Emma

I first met her when I was only forty-eight. I was in the bowling alley carrying a mop when she sauntered in. She was wearing a purple vest, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her hip, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bar, I learned that her name was Emma, and that she was a factory worker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a groundskeeper.

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