Winking With Deirdre

I first met her when I was only fourteen. I was in the clothing store carrying a basket when she tumbled in. She was wearing a purple negligee, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her pride, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the fortune teller shop, I learned that her name was Deirdre, and that she was a librarian. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a tattoo artist.

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