Bleeding With Sandi

I first met her when I was only twenty-five. I was in the Starbucks carrying a twig when she inched in. She was wearing a teal helmet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her pituitary gland, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the jewelry store, I learned that her name was Sandi, and that she was a church usher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a doctor.

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