Dithering With Cameron

I first met him when I was only forty. I was in the boutique carrying a lollipop when he slumped in. He was wearing a green pair of booties, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his thyroid gland, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the clothing store, I learned that his name was Cameron, and that he was a fireman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a groundskeeper.

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